Frustration of the Wait

I forget how attractive you are
until I see you again.
You have no idea that you're cute,
and it drives me insane.

When you're in the room,
I can't keep my eyes away,
and that's why I count up
to every Sunday.

I know you seem to have
everything I need,
ALONG with looks
and a smile to heed.

I sit and watch the door to wait for you.
Every week's the same,
and the craziest thing is,
I don't even know your name.