When?

When you sit across the room,
Cute and sound.

Whenever from across the room,
We lock eyes and slowly look around.

When we talk,
I start to blush.

When together down the hall we walk,
My blood starts to rush.

When will you realize,
I like you?

When will you use your real eyes?
To see that I’m blue,

Just tell me when?

When can I give up?
Or should I keep the hope?