She's one of those girls
that knows you're staring at her.
She pretends not to notice,
she casually continues to do whatever
she is doing.
But she loves that you're staring at her.
She can feel your expression on her
She knows that you're in awe of her
It was so easy to see by your expression.
She wanted you so badly.
But she was afraid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem