Admiration

To the girl I saw on the bench a couple of days ago:

There you are
Shaking your head like you shake my heart
Not a clue I'm writing this about you
Out the window you look
The look that makes me feel like you can see these words
These words I'm writing: my anthem of admiration
Focused on something on the outside
I want to know what you think
What you drink
And If you like pink

How was your day?
I'll be your friend
We'll share secrets, deep and dark
Thoughts, significant and out of the park
And love,  the kind that starts a spark.
Your hair blows in the wind of the open window
You sit still, almost embracing it
still thinking

Do you feel well?
Can I ask you that yet?
Is it to early to tell
If this admiration should continue?

Will I see you again?
Will I hear you speak?
This ride may be over but I think this is a wonderful start
A start to who knows what may come
A shot in the dark if you ask me

I feel younger than you
But I am terrible at guessing ages

It all started with you on a bench
Waiting for a ride
And me admiring you from afar

You don't know i am writing this to you
But someday it might come around

I'll leave it up to fate
To destiny
And to hope
For you to get this

To know of this admiration.