If I could draw a million dangos,
I would.
But I'd prefer to draw you.
It seems to be almost an obsession.
An impulse I need to tame.
Drawing how your hat sits across your ashen hair,
And your lips part in the sweetest smile.
Even sorrow suits you well,
As I wish to relieve you from your pain.
Such a kind soul should be drawn at least once,
Set in eternity through paper and ink.
If I could draw a million dangos I would,
But I'd prefer to draw you,
Time and time again.

Silence my heart,
You pound with joy too much.
Your dancing leaving me breathless.
Silence my mind,
You weave too many thoughts,
that spin in ever-chanting gears.
Silence my fingers,
your tapping leaves words too often written,
and with many gaps left unresolved,
Silence my mouth,
you speak far too often,
when you know not what to say.
Silence my heart,
you beat much too fast,
and leave me in exhaustion.

Am I only in love with the idea of romance?
Am I not truely puzzled over feelings fueled by you?
That doesn't seem to fit.
When I see you,
I don't image the future,
or what could await.
Instead I hold onto your smile,
and the way your cheerfulness lights up a room.
If only the concept of romance was enough,
wouldn't dating sims and manga suffice?
But instead I look to your kind and sweet personality,
and the way you care about your friends.
Your looks could mean less,
But it's your personality that I hold so dear.
So no,
I do not believe I have fallen for you only to fall for someone,
but because you are you.

I'm fearful,
I'm shy,
a church mouse as someone once put it.
A quiet being waiting for my life to appear before my eyes.
I take no risks.
I play it safe.
And yet ....
My reflection shows another side.
Do you see it?
The outgoing me whose too loud,
speaks too much,
and likes to laugh and joke around?
She exists.
There was a time she showed herself more often,
and perhaps she will again.
But for now,
the quiet reflection gazes back.

I wish I could dedicate a poem to you,
show the world how much I admire you,
but were that to happen ...
all would be lost.
I want to represent you in words,
to paint you for who you are,
but ... I'm a fearful person,
believing in such nonsense as being invisible to the outside world,
and that everyone I care for will disappear.
For I see myself as a lonely whisper at night,
One to gone unheard.