pretense

I am waiting.
I seek nothing,
Yet often, the greatest discoveries are found without intention.
A casual glance,
For once I do not intend to stare,
But she is there.
She looks at me as my eyes pass over her,
And she smiles.
Perhaps it means nothing to her.
A friendly smile, but why?
I have never known her,
May never know her.
Yet, when I look upon that face,
I know that I love her,
And I know that she sees me as not even a friend,
Hardly an acquaintance.
Why should I love her?
Yet, I do.

[Found this just today on the laptop;]
[I wrote it weeks ago I believe]
[This is not meant to be one of the dreamgirl poems]