LEANDER?

White as snow, her beauty divine,
A grace so rare, no star can outshine.
Each day I see her, yet words stay still,
Not from fear, but love so real.
Her smile, a treasure, her dimples a snare,
They pull me closer, yet I only stare.
She outshines angels, the heavens agree,
Her presence alone is poetry to me.
Oh, months have passed, and years drift by,
Still, I'm lost in the spark of her eye.
To speak feels small for a love this grand,
She deserves the world, not just my hand.
Yet in her shadow, I softly dwell,
A silent heart with too much to tell.
For as Shakespeare wrote, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Even the fairest sun would fade away.
If she knew, if she saw, this love untamed,
She'd see my heart, forever her name.
Hiding away feels safe, it's true.
As Shakespeare said, "Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind,"
Yet my mind and heart are still confined.
I sit, I ponder, a coward's plight,
And hide away, lost in her light.