Other Side Of The Window

One day will you begin to notice me?
Will you being to notice me the way I notice you?
Standing outside I look in through the window with an open heart.
You spot me looking into the depths of your eyes.
Do you look into mine, as I look into yours?

Is what I am feeling lust?
Or can it evolve into something more?
I no longer want to be standing on the other side of the window!
Will you be the one to let me in?
Or will I have to let myself in?

One day will you answer my questions?
Will they be the answers that my heart throbs for?
I lay in my bed at night with my eyes open,
Wondering do you feel the same?
If so, then when will you let me in?
I no longer want to stand on the other side of the window.