Here, a speaker works up the nerve to tell someone he admires them, and he does it by asking questions instead of making statements. Would you smile? Would you laugh? Each question lets him imagine the compliment landing safely before he risks saying it outright. He praises small, ordinary things, like their eyes, their fluffy hair, and a voice he thinks would be perfect for reading aloud, which makes the affection feel real rather than rehearsed.
The mood is sweet, nervous, and a little self-mocking. He calls himself "a loser" and pictures the person looking away in embarrassment, so his hope is always shadowed by doubt. The ending slips into awkward, stumbling lines ("Would you smile then- Or I could shoo"), which suggests his nerves taking over. What he finally asks for is modest: friendship, and to be remembered as "the boy who wanted to be friends with you." It reads like a confession from someone who expects very little but can't stay quiet.