In the class
not focusing and just staring the glass,
because a reflection is there,
about which I care.
In this mob only this reflection sparks
I noticed the eyes which are dark,
as addictive as inviting.
It is too late to conceal,
feelings like a storm-hard to cease
this is just a reflection
turning into attraction.
An attraction-hard to resist
your image in my brain-always persist.
With you I want a never ending talk
besides you a walk.
Suddenly I was interrupted
\"What are you doing?\" a voice said
I looked there,I was distracted
the selection is not there anymore
\"wish I could see that again\" my heart said.