Your Secret Admirer

Name scrawled on the envelope,
A letter hanging out.
This is for her,
Without a doubt.
The paper is crisp,
Soft to the touch,
Folded in thirds,
They have written much.
The lines are...jumbled,
Showing nerves in each word,
Fighting to lay them out.
To you they sound absurd.
Signed at the end
Not giving too much away,
With "P.S." at the bottom,
Because you've still more to say.
This girl left you breathless,
You can utter not a sound.
Then she smiled and turned away,
Leaving you spellbound.
Your throat has constricted
As if your wearing a choker.
So you send the message on,
Signed,
"I guess your secret admirer"