Every time I see you..

Your eyes. Your blue eyes... Or green eyes? I can't tell. But your eyes. Yeah, your eyes. I see them... I smile. Every time I see you something happens. Yes I don't know why, but when I see you something happens. I just guess it has something to do with the fact that I think I may be in love with you. I keep trying to come up with other things to call the thing that we have never had. But when I do, the word in bolded letters keeps on interfering and I'm forced to give up. Do you have any idea what it is like to be in love with someone you know you can never have? Unrequited. If the word sounds depressing, it's nothing compared to how it feels. Still... Your eyes. Your blue eyes. Or green eyes, I can't tell. But those eyes, those damned eyes.... I see them, I smile. Blonde hair. It looks white. So pale white, but it's blonde. Still your hair, yes your hair... I'll see it, I smile. I walked down the school hall, the day you were not there. And I saw, on everyone. I saw it; your hair. Cause I am making excuses not to forget you. Somewhere out of reach of logic, my mind is begging to be yours, and for you to be mine. How simple the first, how impossible the second. Still it's the difference between one and two. Your face. It's odd-shaped. It's quirky. I love it. And your teeth, they're too big, your smile, it's perfect. But I know, that we are nothing more than friends. But God, how I wish the laws of you would bend. Cause I'd wrap you around me and never let you go. But how you'd hate it. My heart has thought it over. And I'm sure of what it's reached. We as we are is better than not we at all. I wouldn't risk what we have for something better if the consequences of gambling what we have could lose you. I just wish it was out of my control. I know it sounds silly, but when I see you, I'm so happy. It's like a longing that I can't even explain, you'd have to feel it to know it. And I know you don't.