He often looks at me,
I cant help but look back.
I wonder what he thinks,
The butterflies attack.
He smiles across the desks,
As though he wants to talk.
Shall I just go over,
But, I am to nervous to even walk.
For now I will stay quiet,
see how things go on.
Maybe soon he will come over and talk.
or maybe my chance has gone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem