Course Courting

Hoplessly, I'm staring straight into her heart.
My fingers begin to tremble trying to find the words to start.
She's from the troubled sort.
She's not a well enjoyed sport.
Happy-go-lucky is not even a last resort.
She's high in hard emotions.
She's got a short fuse.
This moment's in slow motion,
I'm playing with my shoes.
Her face's favorite color is blue.
A place where hell has frozen over.
I fear an inpending cold shoulder,
Her years have made her seem older
She's colder than she used to be
Depressed, she barely even speaks,
I'd take her out to dinner, but this girl, she hardly eats.
Streaks of white hair stain the upper part of her physique.
A smile on her face is a suicide mission for the fleet.
I hope I can get her name.
Because to me, her photo deserves a frame.