It's nothing but a friendly smile
Then why am I still up at night?
Just her way of being nice and polite
Then why doesn't it leave my mind?
She likely forgot about it a minute later
Why is my mind still buzzing like a pager?
She already has a billion suitors
My presence means little to her
Yet the thought returns like a looper
Whether together we could have a future
She's focused on her work and nothing else
Yet I wonder if her heart could melt
In all honesty, to me, she's just a really pretty face
I'm just projecting my desires on a blank slate
I don't know what she's into or what she loves
I don't know what she hates or what she thinks *****
I don't know what she wants out of life
Only reason for my obsession is that smile
I already have my problems I barely keep at bay
Why do I fixate on something I'll never attain?
Even if she's all I have made her up to be
Am I anywhere close to someone she needs?
I'm certainly not a great catch myself
Ain't got much to display on my shelf
And I'm not the only one lining up
Many others here looking to be the one
Despite my rational mind screaming 'no way'
I'm still up late looking at her photo again
They say a picture's worth a thousand words.
I find the thought to be patently absurd.
To think a million terms could possibly describe.
What my racing heart feels when I see her smile.