I swear I hate you,you never even speak to me.
Before,maybe “hey” or “hello” but nothing recently.
Everytime I walk by you dont acknowledge my existence.
And when I get your attention you look at me different.
But I love you,if you only knew how much I think of you.
What your looks do to me and what your words seem to do.
But I hate it when you flirt and talk with other guys.
Its ok though,I guess I gotta compromise.
The way you look at work,all your looks work for me.
The white top you wear I know you wear that black skirt for me.
The relationship we could have,thats something I could never guess.
And how could I be in love with you when we never really met.

(It rhymes at every period)