When I stood at my desk
and I looked at you
You looked thru your glasses
and felt shy
You asked me to sit down
You make those lovely faces
Begging me to sit down
and not look at you like that
But I don't do anything
Don't you understand my heart
My longing for you
To have one more look
To see your lips moving
and whispering I love you
Which only I can understand
or hear and feel
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