My Chem Crush

In my dreams I talk to you,
there is no sadness galore,
Speaking with like and innocence,
wanting only more.

I see you in the hallway,
your eyes seem not to see,
that I notive every move you make,
you never notice me.

I softly sigh inside myself,
your voice is one to hear,
I love the way you laugh and look,
the way you sit so near.

You scarcely speak to me, my crush,
you only do with need,
of having to work with me in chem,
but you always take the lead.

Is there a chance, my partner mystery,
is there a fleeting chance?
That you may see me when I don't look,
is there possibly romance?

But as my fantasies wander,
I know it can't be true,
for when I see the incrowd table,
who's sitting there? It's you.

Your love would be to treasure,
Your eyes would be to stare,
I know there is someone you like,
could you possibly care?

Love me tomorrow never dies,
hope will always remain,
but as you turn to talk again,
I know I am insane.