I find myself looking up
In the direction the sound came from,
The rich baritone of your voice
I am fascinated by you
Try as I can,
I just can't seem to help myself.
I steal coy glances at you
In hope that I might catch your eye.
Are you that oblivious to my glances?
Have you realised?, I can't...
Look directly in your eyes for too long.
There is a tingling in my hands whenever I think of you
I dare hope you feel it too.