In your presence, I become curious.
Alone, with thoughts of you I ruminate.
An infatuation so infectious.
Oh, how you make my life illuminate.
All I ever hear from you is silence.
What makes you so reserved, timid and shy?
Oh what I’d give to make your acquaintance.
So I listen and wait when you are nigh.
A quick connection of the eyes, a glance.
Your acknowledgement I’m barely given.
So strong is my desire for a chance.
Allow me your love and to you I’d run.
When will a mutual feeling flourish?
No confidence that I’ll gather courage.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
In your presence, I become curious.
Alone, with thoughts of you I ruminate.
An infatuation so infectious.
Oh, how you make my life illuminate.
All I ever hear from you is silence.
What makes you so reserved, timid and shy?
Oh what I’d give to make your acquaintance.
So I listen and wait when you are nigh.
A quick connection of the eyes, a glance.
Your acknowledgement I’m barely given.
So strong is my desire for a chance.
Allow me your love and to you I’d run.
When will a mutual feeling flourish?
No confidence that I’ll gather courage.
