Little Miss Chatterbox, why do you stop speaking so?
Whenever he is around, I wonder is he your greatest foe?
Your silence is a deafening scream in this room full of echoes,
In his presence, your cheeks glow pink like a luscious rose.
Little Miss Chatterbox, is there something you'd like to say?
This is so unlike you, who speaks a thousand words a day.
Has this dandy, young man perhaps upset you in some way?
With your silence, this room turns from vibrant to lifeless gray.
Little Miss Chatterbox, your friends are teasing you so obviously,
They are addressing you by his surname, a playful bride-to-be!
You swat their hands away and insist that they are merely bluffing,
Yet you cannot look them in the eyes, whilst you are evidently huffing.
Little Miss Chatterbox, I think I am beginning to understand you,
I see it in your timid eyes that avert away from his pair of blue,
I see it in the way that you move so awkwardly from room to room,
It is not hatred in your heart, but a love that is waiting to bloom.