I sit in the cafeteria, writing a letter,
So sick with love, I'm trying to feel better.
I think of this warmth, the one in my dreams,
And her distance from me fills me with screams.
What will she say if I bare my soul?
In her life, could I really have a bigger role?
Whether a rare smile or mush expected tear-flow,
I'll be a selfish bastard, because I have to know
For myself and in honor of St. Valentine,
I will find out and ask you to please be mine.
I went out and searched for you, but you were nowhere to be seen.
Searching this college for you, I'd have more luck searching for a bean.
I found a friend, and she was kind,
But she couldn't help me with what I wanted to find.
I sat down, defeated, with a dead-headed stare,
I opened my laptop and asked if you were there.
You were, I found you! Out there behind building "T",
You were there isolated, and where no one could see.
