I love you Sranger

You don't know me.
You don't see me in halls.
You don't know my name,
Or care whether my books fall.

But I see you in the lunch room,
And I can't help but look.
I strive to stay non chalant,
As I carry my text books.

I don't know your name.
I don't know your age,
I don't know you at all.
Not one conversation have we engaged.

All I know is that I love you,
And this love is a secret,
This obsession with a stranger.
And this time I'll keep it.