These Feelings That I Feel

When I see him in the hall
Even when he is playing ball
I wonder to myself
What it would be like to be his all
His smile, his eyes, and his kindness
Which is so very delightful
Brings butterflies at the very thought
Of holding his hands and wearing his ring
But this could only happen in my dreams
For we are of different groups
Reputations cannot be broken
So my heart will dream on
Until something real comes along.