An Attempt to Free Verse

*~ I'm trying free verse... It's very far out of my comfort zone so you'll have to tell me what you think okay?~*
What is it that makes you
who you are to me?
I just can't put a finger on it.
The way you smile perhaps?
The way you call me beautiful.
Or perhaps it's the mere
electricity
I feel when your fingers
touch mine
When you're not close by,
my heart is tugging at its chords
racing to get to you
Why is it that you are all
I think about?
This can't just be infatuation
The insane feeling coming from inside
that everything has fallen into
place,
Can't just be because
I've hit puberty
Are my ideas unfounded?
Am I being naive?
One look in your eyes says I'm not.