Cheesy Poetry

(Thanks for helping me come up with the plot, Jake haha...and this is an assignment)

Each day when you walk by me,
I long for you to look my
way; telling me that the mail
is for me. I can't help
but love the way
that you smile
and how precisely
you stack the folders
I love you.
Oh, how I long for us
to talk longer
about something
other than mail
I long for us to
walk hand in hand
around the office
pushing your mail cart-
-together