Not Much I Can Do

Although I walk right past you in the hall,
My broken heart seems to leaps from my chest.
Your hair and eyes remind me of a doll,
Your smile – perfect, gorgeous is the rest.

Sometimes I peek at you when you don't look,
Because you're busy, focused on your work.
Admiring your true passion for books,
I'd love to discuss, but you might feel irked.

Your positive mindset brightens my day,
Your soul so pure, filled with spirit of Christ,
I dream of you and me running away.
But I know you'll deny, not thinking twice.

And I guess there's not much that I can do.
But use my time wisely – looking at you.