I would paint portraits of you
Printed in Gold and framed in Silver
But the only picture I can Paint
Is in my mind, of you, a mere shimmer.

I would sing for you
If I had a voice that would speak
Outside of my mind too
It falls silent

I would share all I have with you
Thoughts open
To yours, yet my mind
stops my words, leaves unspoken

What I wish to say
I would admire you
A masterpiece, work of art
But my gaze can't even stay

fixed on you, I get only a glance
before I get nervous and look
the other way waiting for a chance
to look at you some other day.