• I wish I could understand you,
    And why you always look my way.
    Yet you've never spoke to me before,
    Not ever, not even today.

    But you just watch and observe me,
    Stare and concentrate.
    As if my every single feature,
    Couldn't be taken in at any normal rate.

    They all ask me if I notice,
    The way he's so obbsessed,
    With only using his eyes,
    To show his intrest.

    But I can only hope,
    That you can one day reveal,
    Why you seem to stare,
    And what you seem to feel.