Don't look away with your chestnut eyes,
That send shivers along my spine,
Don't look away shyly, tongue-tied,
Worried too much what is on my mind.
Let your eyes wander, stealthily meet with mine,
So I could for a moment wonder what's behind,
That lonely and nostalgic, yet scared and distant look,
Would you mind so much if I spoke to you?
Wish I had known what thought was laying hidden
Beneath your curly hair's dark blond crown,
What sounds would utter your silent lips,
If we both had courage to speak our mind.
Your hands so delicate yet strongly hold to safety,
Like an eagle watching for a single sign to fly;
I wish I could hold them fondly in mine,
Let intimacy tame fear of the foreign.
Not so far physically, yet on the edge of running,
First conversation can't be that harming,
So I pledge to you, stay, as I wish to do,
Who know, maybe next time I will speak to you?
That weak smile we have exchanged today made me think of you whole day. Even though your face fades from my memory when I write it, I wan to cherish this feeling and inspiration it brought.
Next time, I promise to say something.