As you speak to me,
You can’t see how it affects me.
How when you smile even slightly,
My heart skips a beat – like a broken record.
I fumble for the words to respond
And you nervously play with your hair.
Golden, it rests on your shoulder
And I wonder whether you ever notice me.
I wouldn’t, couldn’t say anything to you
Or ever ask you how you feel.
I know what the response will be,
‘I don’t think I feel that way’
I wish I didn’t have only eyes for you
Because maybe then - I’ll stop watching every little thing you do.
