She sets across the room of square,
not knowing what I think.
Lost in her book and all her cares,
my heart it seems does shrink.
Is there a word that I can say,
to bring to her a tear?
A word of joy spoke in some way,
that she wont forget for years?
Is there anything that I can do,
some specialty of me?
That of all the people in this room,
I will be the one she sees?
I've never been a man of words,
or confidence of any.
And if rejected where to hide,
in this world of rooms of many?
I feel that I shall bite me tongue,
I sit still in my chair.
And keep locked up in silence,
feelings felt but never shared.
Well my friend I definately disagree with one line you are a man of beautiful words and the reader is richer for reading them Thankyou Chris
A sad write that fear of rejection can stop a person from marching forth to pursue someone we are attracted to. It's in most of us to shy away. Your write was an excellent example of this feeling. Great rhyme and flow, a good write all the way round
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the first lines and 'Saint' you are so a man of words... lots of them. but we all feel small and speechless at times. good write. Becca