'Shy' Guy Poem by Robert c. Davis

Steal a glance,
Do I dare?
Though, really
What's the point?
I mean, you know,
She's only...
Brilliant
Or, well, I mean
Oh, too late, I see

How I wish
The courage was mine,
The courage needed
To utter that question
Just so hard to ask
Though there seems no way..
But then I saw Her.

Her dark, wavy hair
And stunning brown eyes..
Fears grip, once so strong
Seems to have lost it's thumbs
And with a few days time,
Some rhythym and rhyme,
One adrenaline assisted question
She was mine, and no longer was I
The 'shy' guy.