I saw her face — they said that’s all it took,
But they don’t know the pages I long to read in her book.
It wasn’t love, not yet, not blind —
Just a spark, a pull, a curious kind.
I don't know her laugh, her fears, her fate,
But I wish to learn — before it’s too late.
Let destiny write the rest... or seal my wait.

Some use loud voices.
With opinions and the like.
I don't like that much.
Opinions should be subtle.
Little softer to the touch.