I am here in the meeting with you, you’re a ways away,

The speakers are mostly on your side of the room, I try to focus on them,

Somehow, no matter how hard I try, I can not,

You just sit there quietly, watching on at the speakers,

I can not look away at your simple beauty, your subtle grace,

So hard I try to look past you, try to focus, and I fail,

Your hair so elegantly held in a notable style,

Your outfit, so simple, yet such a compliment to your gorgeous figure,

Then for a moment, either you know I’m looking your way or you choose to look towards me as well,

You look at first towards a child three seats from me, you smile and melt my heart,

Then you look at me, still smiling, I smile back and am only able to bow my head in respect,

I lose all control, close my eyes and take my attention to my feet, anything else other than you,

As I pause long enough for you to have looked away, I slowly look back up,

Things return back to normal and I am able to take a sigh of relief,

Cursed be my fear, cursed be my emotions,

Maybe one day I will overcome these fears and let you know how I really feel,

Maybe one day I can know how you feel,

Till then let the days be merry and the nights be a joy for both of us,

Till the day I speak with you about what is on my heart.