Every where I look

There you are

In cars, passing in traffic, waiting

In stores, while I’m shopping

You’re always there.

I see you in the pan’s reflection

With those ice cold stares

Meeting my hot messes.

Would it be wrong to say I like you?

To myself I’ll just whisper it

So no one else would hear it.

Don’t want to throw myself at you

Excuse me, this lass has some class!

But just look my way and allow yourself to come into my view.