Requited Something

You look at me, glancing,
And it's crazy to think-
Just a little attention
And my cheeks have gone pink;
You look, almost staring,
And have I gone mad?
My face even redder
(and I've got it bad.)

You laugh at a joke
(That I wish I'd've made)
And it must be my luck
That this blush just won't fade-
But I look up at you,
And know we're meant to be,
Cause I look up at you,
And you're looking at me.