Upon a page where ink does flow,   A love letter to you, whom I barely know.   In crowded halls where glances meet,   Your laughter dances, soft and sweet.   Through whispers of fate, our paths entwined,   A spark ignites, though not yet aligned.   Your smile, a beacon, in shadows cast,   A moment imagined, too precious to last.   In dreams, I wander where you reside,   A gentle spirit, with nothing to hide.   I pen my thoughts in hopes to share,   A heart that beats with tender care.   So here I cast my silent plea,   To know the depths of your mystery.   In every word, let kindness grow,   A love letter to you, though I barely know.