I see you everyday, And my thoughts stay the same, ‘This is the boy I have been writing about, This is the boy i have dreamt about’ We don’t talk, We don’t need to. The way you look at me, And I at you It says it all But darling, Why must you look away when I stare at you in awe? I’m hypnotized by the way you demand presence when you enter a room, Yet when you open your mouth to speak, No one hears but those close to you. I love the way your hair falls into place when you release it from the hair tie keeping it held back. I think I’m in love with you, but I will never tell you.