My Crush

There's always a feeling of excitement
When she passes by.
I don't know what I see in her,
At her charming face my eyes lie.
I think it's her haircut or
Can it be her clothes?
May it's her smiling face,
No, it can't be any of those.
The more I think of her,
The lesser I see the reason.
Why I like this girl so much?
May be it's just the season!
I see no use of pondering,
Or even discussing it,
Let the reason remain untold,
For I'm happy as it is.