*stealthy Stalker Poem by HAZEL Calumarde

i was then in the subway
i sit beside you without intention
and you were there reading
a book of a colored red,
thick cover with it's gold word title
and a picture of an angel on it,
the looks is very familiar

you ignore me, for probably, you don't know me...
yet, i found you smiling while reading the lines
that makes your eyes sparkling like a star,
i wonder if you know that i am the owner of that book
i'm the author with it's true, sweet and silent nature.

i wish to hug you that time when i saw you
but i opted to be silent
for i'm just scared to how the people
will react with it, my simple appreciation
for that might made the crowd laugh at me
who never know me, either
or you might drive me away
thinking, i'm your stealthily stalker.