When you were batting,

 I chattered at you,

"Batttter, Battttter Swing!"

You made it to first

With barely a single,

And I got a better look at you.

I wanted to chat when you stole to second,

And moved up to play shortstop,

Just so I could have an extra chance

If you made it to third.

But as you round the corner,

Dead heading for home,

I realize I have underestimated you,

And underestimated love, 

And can only pray

For extra innings,

And a chance to get your name.

-jenn