Love

I look outside at the doves,
While I'm being tortured with love.
All along I want for him to notice me,
Oh he passed me how can it be!
My thoughts were on him,
Although my chances seemed very dim.
I lay awake all night,
Thinking everything is right.
Someday when he looks my way,
 Everything will be okay.
Later that day,
He for once did look my way one day.
We exchanged our hi's and,
We stayed together until we died. 

Author's Note

Ignore Grammar Problems wrote when was 13