There is a woman that I love. I know her. She knows me. We see each other. When we're together I'm too shy to tell her of my feelings, but as we spend time my love for her grows every time. I love everything about her. The way she acts. The way she moves. The way she looks. As I feel my heart beat for her every time she's near the love engulfs me. I feel all these things. I feel all these emotions. I feel all these feelings. But I'm shy to let her know how I feel about her because I have no idea what her feelings are for me. Sometimes I see a longing looking in her face as if she is waiting for me to tell her exactly how I feel, but I carry on with this unrequited love that I have for her.