What's a Boy to Do?

What else can a boy do when a tiny blonde with deep blue eyes looks his way, than smile?
What's he gonna do when she talks to him....and he realizes how deeply intelligent she is, and that she has a way with her words, & a smile that could illuminate a room, other than be magnetically drawn to her?
What more is there for him to say now, other than to confess his adoration?
What eloquent words will his mouth speak, his body language profess, his eyes whisper...when he's finally fallen in love?
Who's going to stop him from wrapping her all up in his elaborately toned arms and saying just this. I love you. You're beautiful.
But tell me, what's a boy to do, when this pretty little blonde throws her legs over his lap, knots her fingers through his hair, and looks longingly from his eyes...to his lips. And her navy-blue, ocean-wave eyes are pleading for his lips against hers.
Tell me, what's a boy to do....other than give her exactly that? He would give her the moon and the stars, if he could.

God, I love this boy. I care for him so immensely and I see so little light without him in my life.
But I can't rule this relationship. God, You can't let me. Put Your hand in this.
Take the wheel, before I take it too far.