Oh Star

Nobody's made my heart skip a beat
Or pound in and out of my chest
Quite like this-
Not by holding my hand or taking a stand;
Not by kissing my lips or touching my hips.
Somehow this boy is driving me crazy
And he doesn't even know my name.
He's never even seen my face.
I've never seen his lovely gaze.
He's perfect. He's everything I need.
He's more than likely amazing.
How do I know that he's the one?
How do I know he is God's will?
How do I know my plans correspond?
How do I tell my will and God's apart?
Do I pray then act or act and then pray?
I pray. And hope. And pray.