I think of him from dawn to dusk,
Yet he gives me no time of day.
I wish I could speak to his face,
But he ignores me and struts away.
I try to ask him a question,
But he turns his head and scoffs,
I want him to hear my voice,
But he shuts his ears and coughs.
I finally got sick of him,
I finally got fed up.
I finally wanted to rid of him,
I finally wanted this to stop.

I ignored him during group work,
I turned my head away.
I never asked him a question,
I didn't give him the time of day.
Slowly, slowly, he warmed up to me,
Funny how that works out.
I hated him,
But he loved me,
And by now we were so far apart.

I grew and grew
And so did he,
Farther and farther apart.
By now he was deathly in love with me,
But I'd hated him from the start.
I truly wished he'd leave me alone,
I made fun of that little freak,
I'd trot on him like a mat on the floor,
But he'd still come back to me.

Hours and hours I'd think of him,
How to get rid of his presence.
My ideas were killing and murderous too,
So unfortunately not very filling.

I went to school the very next day,
Wondering what was in store.
I glared at the boy following me,
With flowers he’d picked from the floor.
He handed them to me,
As I turned my head and plodded.
He asked me to the dance,
And I shook my head and trotted.
He asked me again and again,
I said no a million times.
Finally I said yes,
To shut his little behind.

I fell in love with him again,
As he treated me oh so kind,
I rolled my eyes at his pretty face,
But giggled as I made up my mind.