Teenage love poems

Winsome, when at his best,
so suave in evening dress.
Is it any wonder I fell right
under his awesome spell?
A supernatural man from afar,
I love him well, my superstar.

Skies fall at my feet as we meet,
Archangels listen as we speak.
He's a "one-woman guy" and as
time goes by, I wonder why we
are so in love ~ o me, o my!
Isn't life pleasantly sweet?

A beautiful love song I hear.
A top of the run, number one;
we're going dancing in the vale;
I am under his spell, because
he's a superhuman-supernatural
one in a million superstar.