Now, I utter words
Thinking them twice over
Overwhelmed as I am
In your presence.

Hesitate looking up,
Prefer staring blindly at my hands
(Knowing you're happily staring at me)
Risking that sheepish smile
Which would eventually
Give away feelings, mine,
Acknowledge; yours.
Anticipate and weave
Conversations I'd like to
Have with you, someday

With childlike glee
End up thinking in my head
Of things you'd long back said,
Making myself happy over & over again,
Breaking into half-embarrassed laughter
Then hide behind a coy smile
Thinking of the few times,
When I did not turn away
Pretending not having seen you.

P.S. Beating about the bush
       Till now in words
       Giving the matter a push
       Through this corny verse.