The Boy Sat Over There

Hello boy,
Who sat over there,
Do you know,
Or do you care?

Sitting here,
Or sitting there,
Far from me,
It isn't fair.

There you are,
Sitting on your chair,
Sun lights you up,
With it's full glare.

You look my way,
You look so fair,
I'm twisting my finger,
Though my hair.

In that top,
You always wear,
And how I wonder,
What you got under there

With your strength,
Just like a bear,
You could throw me up,
Into the air.

You take a bite,
Out of a pear,
I'd kiss those lips,
If only I dare.

You turn away,
With such a flare,
A sweeping motion,
Of your hair.

You start to leave,
Oh do you care,
Not seeing you again,
Gives me a scare.

You leave the room,
With no fanfare,
Leave me alone,
Are you even aware.

Of that boy,
Who sat over there,
Does he know?
How much I care.

In my room I think,
What you'll do with what I wear,
Now I think it's time,
I best leave it there.

Now about the boy,
I knew that sat over there,
Does he think of a girl,
Who sat all that way over there?