Only if he knew how much I liked him,
My heart, with secret longing, brimmed.
But alas, my words could not confess,
For fear of risking happiness.
Each day, I watched him from afar,
A hidden comet, wishing on a star.
His laughter, like a melody so sweet,
My heart would skip a beat.
Oh, if he knew the dreams I wove,
Of stolen moments and whispered love.
But alas, my tongue remained still,
And my heart, with longing, did fill.
Yet, in every stolen glance or touch,
I swore that I felt a fleeting rush,
A spark, a connection, so undeniable,
But kept hidden, like a precious trial.
Oh, if he knew the depth of my desire,
How my heart burned with an eternal fire.
But my fears bound me in a silent cage,
And so, my love remained hidden, like a sage.
Perhaps one day, the courage will grow,
