I can’t even look at you, admired one.
I haven’t felt like this around anyone for a long
time now.
I feel my hands shake as you walk by as I sense
you glance at me because you know.
All I can do is look away because I’m scared.
Not of you, but of the feeling people say is
beautiful.
Love, I think, is what they call it.
A feeling I once thought was amazing, too, until I
felt how much it could hurt me.
Now, as you sit yourself beside me I forget about
all of the pain ever thrown at my soul.
For when I catch a glimpse of your eyes I get lost
in the peacefulness of their soft blue.
I just want to place my hand in yours just to be
able to touch your delicate skin.
Everyday, I fall more in love with you and it’s
strange because I don’t even know you.
All I know is what I see and the ways you look at
me...because you know.
Darling, you know, but why must you be shy?
Why must I feel love making me too afraid to even
whisper to you, much less just look at you?
At least, you can look at me but without words,
I wish you’d speak to me so I could smile and look
you in the eyes.
You are making love so beautiful again.
Still, all I can do is look away.