UNREQUITED LUST

I've seen you in the halls, and I know I adore you,
but you never notice me, no matter what I do.
If I could say how I feel, I don't know if I would;
I don't think I would tell you, though, even if I could.
I do not know you, and you certainly don't know me,
and I think it will be much too hard to make you see.
But if you ever open your eyes and look behind,
my heart on my sleeve, my open mind--that's what you'll find.

I'm tired of this one; let me read more!

I'm sick of poetry; take me home!