As hard as I try
My moves only push him farther away,
So it seems... but perhaps I am mistaken?

While he hasn’t the slightest hint
That the smallest act of acknowledgement
Would send my heart soaring
Away from the voices of roaring tongues
In the mouths
Of people who misunderstand

The silent melodies
Of his still lips
Only makes me wonder more

He sings a song
To me
Alone
For ones love for another
Should be known

But words so carefully
Written and sung
Can never be interpreted correctly
By one

What do they all mean?
What is he trying to say?
Or are the words he sings all part of a game...

The motive he has I do not know.
But tomorrow again I will go
And talk with my sweet finch
Trying to unravel his feelings.
Without scaring him away.

This feeling he gives me
Truly it is new.
A discovery
A finding
But one that can't be proved

There is no explination
There is no proof of flaw.
But his motives can't be explained
By any natural law.

His emotions are  not testable
His feelings are unknown
To understand the thoughts this boy has about me
A challenge I must face alone

Beneath the large oak
I'll wait every day after school with my books and a snack
Waiting for him to ride by on his bike
Bringing with him the air of summer and grass stained clothes
We ride together, speeding through puddles
Speeding though problems like they are nothing but oil
We ride through time, without reason or rhyme
Without purpose or direction we leave that oak tree
Together. Free.
Free. Together.

Unfortunately or maybe fortunately everyone reaches that point
With someone else
The point of no return
Where you know far too much
But recieve far to little
Where that line is burned in you skin
The designated boundaries  you cannot cross
Because you would never risk it all
That point of no reverse
Stuck in neutral
Stuck in the mud
Stuck in a friendship
Stuck in that zone

Words upon words spoke in a rapid manner
I listen to him spit out physics
Intelligent, stunning, confusing, and funny
He rambles on about these numbers.

A calculation for this,
A theory for that.
It can explain everything he claims
Science,
It can always be broken down to a science.

I hold on to his every word, and just wonder what equation
Can tell me how he feels.
What does he want
What does he need?
Will he ever have an interest...an interest in me?

I don't mean to sound nerdy
I don't mean to sound cliche
But I believe there is chemistry between us
Our minds are bonding.

Sadly there is no science behind the human emotion.
So I will wait
And try to analyze this boy myself.

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

To ensure his feelings eternally endure,
he musters a misty memory of her,
as he gazes out over the open ocean
and into the unforgiving night sky.

He recalls her intoxicating perfume
of that final encounter
and the way her erogenous eyes entranced him.

He realizes that he remains entranced, enamored, to this day.
He refuses to lose vision of the woman from across the sea.
"Come to me," he whispers.