Staring out of my classroom

I wrote this one, partly in a class, and rest some days later.

I sit here absorbed and immersed
With nothing to look, except the window outside
Watching the buildings so heavenly white
Dotted with some greenish sights

I want to look at something apart
Yet i struggle to move my eyes
Do i admire, or am i just leching?
The answer flickers, but slowly dies

I turn my eyes, and continue to stare
But the buildings and greens are out of my sight
The beautiful hair, the perfect eyes
The black specs, and face so white

Am i in love?
Is not what torments me
Rather, how do i tell her
Is what i cant see

But what do i want to tell?
Its not love, but gratitude
A small thank you, for the time passed by
For making me smile, without her knowing
For making me happy, without her saying

Just this, I ask myself?
Yes, this is all i have to say

Value, what others do
And maybe, someday others will value you