Sitting Staring

first time sharing to the masses every curve on your body the little hairs on your face makes my insides tingle with every passing of your grace the sound of your voice fills the sky above like an angel inside me singing songs of love i sit up here and wonder will she ever notice me for i'm just a boy sitting in a tree every single day you pass at four right beneath my feet unknowing of my presence and if will ever meet often times i lay a hint that i am here i say "hey its you" and you stop and stare will i ever let you know me and would you even care