Does He?

I love him, yet I don't know him

I want to know him, yet does he want to know me?

Does he dream about me, as I dream about him?

Does he imagine kissing me, as I crave for the taste of his full lips?

Does his heart ridiculously beat as loud as the beat of drums, when I am near?

Or is it only the sound of my desperate heart that desires his love?

He is confusing. Never has he spoken to me.

"Hey!" he would call and that is all.

When we hug, his warmth electrifies me and birds sing.

Forever will this sensation live with me.

Am I being ludicrous? Will I ever awake from this prolonged imagination of him being 'mine?'

At a party, I caught his mesmerising night eyes glance at me; several times.

Is this reality? Has he 'noticed' me? 

This sounds like a classic teenage love story

but is it? 

He is confusing. I hate him, for never talking to me and I 

torture myself for never obtaining the quality: courage, to talk to him.

Perhaps this love will fade away, yet it has been

two draining years, two wholesome years of joyful dreams of him and I.

Author's Note

Probably not the best poem of mine but please write any comments for improvements. He is too confusing to write a poem about!