She thinks of him often and what he likes,
And wonders what he thinks of her each day.
They pass each other in a trance dreamlike,
Their eyes meet as they walk in parted ways.
She constantly over thinks every look,
A classic crush it is but it’s so hard.
By setting eyes on him her breath he took,
Her heart has already let down its guard.
Relationships right now would badly end,
For full of drama at this time they are.
Yet pondering on him she often tends,
For moving on she finds to be quite hard.
One day she might decide to talk to him,
But until then the prospects will be grim.