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Each day I look at you, I get lost in your dreamy eyes.
They hold me prisoner each time I stare, helpless to their possible demise.
Like God, I watch you everyday, but for comforting thoughts and feelings,
Hoping that you’ll want me as I want you, though I think you might not be willing.

You put me to sleep every night with your radiant face and smile,
You make anyone laugh, and you seem happy all the while.
Could it be that you’re so sweet and smart beyond anyone’s conception?
Or could it be that I think of you more than a friend, and that for me, you are the one?

My friends call me stupid at times and sometimes I think it true,
Because I don’t know what took me over to think that I have the slightest chance with you.
I doubt even that you’re "my type", but my hopes are still high for us to become
More than just friends, as I still think that, for me, you are the one.

Now, I know you will act distasteful towards me if you know even my name,
And I know you will think of this as some silly old game.
But I assure you that all that I am saying is true, very, very true,
As I very much want for "us" to be - you for me, and me for you.