All about her

We've rarely spoken, maybe once or twice, yet I'm writing this poem, she just seems so nice! Why can't I get her off my mind? Does she even like girls? I can't tell just by looking at her from behind, seeing those dirty blonde curls. Every time she speaks, I listen intently, her sky blue eyes, my heart beats intensely, she's incredibly wise. If only I could talk to her, not be so scared, but every time I try my thoughts just blur, if only she knew I cared. Does she think of me the way I think of her? We're not even friends, yet I picture her when my mind is clear, and on me it all depends. She's giving me mixed signals, it seems like she's into girls in some ways, she's like a riddle, it's like she's into guys the next few days.