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Who is this girl looking constantly at me
         with such sexy, startling intensity?
Why, when her eyes look deep into mine with hurt,
         does it feel like fingers unbuttoning my shirt?
How from high heaven did this angel find me
         or is she just eyeing someone behind me?

I've memorized the color and shape of her hair
         and I've been looking, but she's no longer there.
Will I ever see her face again someday
         or like a dream will she fade away?
Why me? Surely, next to my teammates I am underrated.
Why now that circumstance contrives to keep us separated?

I never thought my heart could sink
         after a road win in a hockey rink.


[auth note: inspired by "Invalid Item"  by sockerchick ]