Everyday she crosses

Everyday she crosses,
That angel,
With her milky white eyes,
Upcombed hair,
Timid walk,
I can't but stare,
What could I do,
I stop breathing,
As she passes,
The minute just pauses,
It streaches like a mile,
I want her to see me,
I wish she would smile,
I want her to know
I like her for a while,
But she already knows,
She doesn't care,
maybe I am just an other,
Feather in her hair
To me she is more than
All I care,
As she crosses,
I can do nothing but stare.