I think that he might love me,
Although I mean it's hard to tell,
Cause he won't confess,
But still I look into those eyes,
And I see him look at me,
With an endearing smile,
Like as if I've created happiness,
Just by looking back at him,
But I don't know,
Maybe,
I'll just keep staring back,
Lusting for his lips to be pressed upon mine,
But he won't very well do it, will he?
And I want him to prove that with more of a look,
That he likes me,
Maybe,
He'll do more then just stare back
Someday