If Only They Knew

I stand in a group of nine people
To be split up into groups of three,
He is one of the nine as well,
He is so hot, oh-em-gee!1

They debate how to split us up,
My heart thumps as he glances at me.
The group choices are finally made --
I wonder who my partners will be?2

They have to put me with him,
I wish they would understand:
He is the Wondrous Guy of my Dreams,
And I'm just itching to hold his hand.3

"You -- go with him."
They point to that gorgeous guy --
My heart soars high over the school,
This is my chance to win him, my!4

I bounced happily toward him,
Flashing as bright a smile as possible,
But what stopped me dead in my tracks
Was when they corrected me:
"No, to the left, just a little."5

What did they just say?!
Couldn't they understand
That this was my nightly prayer?
That I be grouped with him
So that all day long, at him I may stare.6

Who was the guy to the left?
I turned my head around --
And instantly, unfortunately, knew that he would not have been
The first on my list, to be bound.7

O heavens!
Why could I not be with him
For one day, if not more?
Would we always remain separate,
Only as peers, and nothing more?8

What've I done to deserve this?
Is it ethnicity, popularity, or religion?
Yet what strikes the hardest blow was that
The group, not the teachers, had chosen.9

Oh, if only they knew
The mountainload of feelings inside this fragile body
And how easily they are shattered,
If only they knew
My internal feelings for him
And how much to me he mattered,
If only they knew
That at that moment
All of my emotions were scattered,
Alas!
If only they knew. . . .