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.
Just something that happened with me, and my story is still incomplete.