Some things just can't be titled

We were queued in the cafeteria

Someone caring for her books, someone mirroring his looks

I had my eyes for him alone

His amazing self Id stare, he had my senses shook

I stood on my heel, looked around

Towering over the masses

Was my very divinity himself

He dazzled the jealous blokes and gawking lasses

Suddenly food wasn't the hot topic

His attention was all in demand 

Flanked by pretty girls all around 

He looked like an unreachable island 

Resigned, I just sat down 

Swearing I'd never stare

I did allow myself a few hundred glances 

Secured for only Adonis so fair

Every day it happened so, 

Until one day he came

"Could you pass the books over?"

All my fantasies poured down like rain

Nope, that's all.

There was no brewing romance 

He just wanted me to pass those damned books

In this life, I have not a love story chance.