Your eyes, they speak,
I'm trembling, so weak,
your hair, seems to dance,
your touch, what a dance,
Like a ballroom,
and two, intertwined
humans who, become more,
more than two,
become me, become you.

But I doubt, my stare,
my desire, my care,
will get you to dance,
or say hello, or even glance,
My way.

So for now, I'll write.
About you, and the night.
Till the day, you look my way,
and I give you my hand,
and ask you, for this dance.