Marqueza

I see him everyday, As I'm walking down the hall, As I'm talking to my friends. Does he notice me at all? I walk by hoping, He will whisper my name. To hear the sweet sound of his voice, That always makes my day. The tensions building up inside, What ever shall I do? I want to tell him how I feel, But this is all to new. So as I sit here thinking, What ever shall I do? Ideas are going crazy, Maybe I'll pull though