The Girl in 4th hour

Everyday I see her, looking down at her feet

She's so beautiful, I wish we could meet

Cheeks so rosy and soft, and brown silk hair

I don't know her name, to ask would give a scare

All her body captures my soul

to touch it gently is my goal

Looking at her as she's so fine

With her sometime I'd love to dine

While she's beautiful and gracious as a dove

I know in my heart this is not love