A Stolen Glance (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

Across the room, our eyes by chance align,
Then swiftly part, as though the act were wrong;
Yet in that flash, thy secret touched with mine,
A wordless vow both fragile and yet strong.
No tongue confessed what hearts were quick to know,
No hand reached out to claim the moment's fire;
Still, something passed that only souls could show—
A spark restrained, yet bright with mute desire.
The glance, though brief, outlived the passing hour,
It lingered warm where thought and feeling blend;
In memory, it grows in quiet power,
A look that time itself cannot suspend.
So love may rise without a sound or sign,
And change a life through one brief glance of thine.