Dear You

Dear You,
I think about you too often.
Like the way you looks so mesmerizingly good in blue.
Or how when you look at someone you love, your hard, hazel eyes soften.
Dear You,
You stay on my mind all day.
Like when you get a little too excited because, hey, you knew the answer, too.
Or how you bite your pink, plump lips when you're thinking of what to say.
Dear You,
Why can't I get you out of my head.
Like how adorable you look when you're hair's all askew.
And how I so desperately want you to be mine.
But, I know I'll never be able to call you my own.
So, for now, I'll gon on, admiring you from afar, and all alone.