This boy…he doesn’t know…
This boy doesn’t know what he does to me with every passing glance
This boy doesn’t know what his touch does to me
This boy doesn’t know how I feel when he is near
This boy doesn’t know I take his game seriously
This boy doesn’t know that I can see his pain
This boy doesn’t know that I know what he wants
He wants to love and be loved back
This boy doesn’t know that I can see what passion he holds within
I can see it in his eyes when he stares into mine
This boy doesn’t know that I love him
I love this boy and he doesn’t even know it
I know the pain he has gone through
I know he has a heart that he is afraid to let other people see
I know this boy has a soft side he afraid to let out
This boy…he doesn’t know…
I wish he did
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So tell him! Wouldn't you rather he know, than wonder 'what if? '