The dance of eyes
The soul of lies
Prancing like the winds,
The fear of the shy
The hesitation to speak
Enhancing the sound of heart.

It's not shyness
It's a game
A game of two
A game of love
A game of heartbeats
A game which is tough.

You call your opponent
A crush
Because your heart crushes
As it fears if your crush is even a part of it
But then it blushes
When you know
That he is the one and only part
Your heart shares
With his soft stares.

The dancing eyes
Look here and there
And in the crowd
Peek at each other like a thief
Stealing another glance
Just one last time
That one last time which stays forever.

We share a glance
And then look away
But this is the chance
When we talk and sway
But shyness always comes in our way.

At last
For the last time
We share our soft stares
We look into each other's eyes
We delve into each other's minds
But then again shyness comes in our way
And we move on our own pathways

Forever unknown to one another
But forever knowing about the secrets stares we shared.

That look was so significant
it drew my thoughts to you.
That meaningful expression
nearly blew me into two.

Only for one second
did our looks interlock.
I felt such an intensity
and my heart felt such a shock.

A picture paints a thousand words
is something that they say.
That slightest glance spoke volumes
that I could never relay.

It hinted at the part of me
that wants that part of you.
It told me that each singular
should be expressed as two.

I saw two bodies writhing
deep down in my minds eye
and it told a tale that without this
my heart would surely die.

Is this the feeling of true love,
a love from that first peek
that tells to me that you are
the true lover that I seek?

Or am I just imagining
something that might not be?
were you just being sociable
when you took that look at me?

I often hear woman
who express us men as fools
but unlike a game of football,
true love doesn't come with rules.

But it's hard to push it further,
hard to know if you think right.
Because as well as looking stupid
you could ruin somebody's night.

So I follow like a puppy,
trying to catch her eye
and I keep on glimpsing over
trying so hard not to try.

I think that she's the clever one
'cause I can't work it out
but the moment that she walks across
is when I lose the doubt.

And as we leave together
my heart it sings a song
and I'm happy that my first thoughts
were not wrong.

Pheeeeeeeew!