Secret Admirer

Silently I watch you,

Unmoving, not speaking.

My eyes never leave your face,

Your powerful stride.

My lips don't move,

Yet my heart speaks a thousand words,

Yearning for you to hear, these secrets that I bear.

Our eyes meet across the room,

And excitement heats me up,

Rushing through my veins,

Pounding in my head.

Yet as I look at you through rose coloured glasses,

You look at me with hatred and disdain,

A scornful smile upon your lips,

That shatters my heart and wrenches my soul.

The fault is mine own, I'll admit,

For it's with a camoflouge of meanness that I come before you.

How are you to know that my heart beats for you?

How are you to know that I yearn for your touch?

Isn't it my fault that you've learnt to hate me?

Isn't it my fault that you think I hate you?

Can you not see it in my eyes?

This torture that I bear...

Can you not see it on my face?

This love I give to you...

It radiates of me,

Yet noone knows.

It's written on my face,

Yet noone sees,

That my heart, body and soul are all for you.