I wonder what I look like in your eyes,
a fleeting shadow,
or perhaps a spark,
dancing in the light of your laughter.

Do you see the colors that swirl
in the depths of my thoughts?
Like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze,
whispering secrets only the trees can hear.

I like you,
a simple truth wrapped in hesitation,
the weight of words
held back by the years of silence.

If I am a book,
what chapters have you read?
Do you linger on the pages
where dreams intertwine with reality,
or skip ahead to the verses
where heartbeats echo?

Sometimes, I catch your gaze,
a moment suspended in time,
wondering
if you can feel the warmth
that wraps around my heart
when you smile.

In your eyes,
do I become more than just a figure?
Perhaps a faded photograph,
or an unwritten poem
waiting for the ink to spill.

So here I stand,
still, uncertain, yet alive,
wondering what you see
and hoping
you like me back.