She is the one,
 Casually looking over
Is she looking at me?
 Can it be is she looking at me?
But alas it is not I.
 She doesn't even care,
Nor does she even know,
 I feel for her and she never knows,
I wish she would feel the same but it is not to be,
 Still I shall be there for her in her time of need,
Never telling,
 Not a soul shall know.
That she is the one.

     Just a little thing I wrote while I was bored.
	By
	 Andrew Smith