I’m going to be honest,
I have no idea what color your eyes are,
For I’ve never been close enough to see them.
I admire you from afar.
Your golden hair,
Your melodic voice.
I never have a reason to talk to you,
You have your friends, I have mine,
Two social circles never meeting,
But I still think you far too much;
I can’t get your out of my head:
Your face, your smile.
All I can do is hope,
That one day you’ll notice me too.