Her

[aschueler]

Beautiful. Just beautiful.
I can't not look in her eyes
and she knows it.
Her every step is a strategic placement,
everywhere I go is her directly across,
staring at me with eyes of admiration,
but frustration.

I speak with body language,
she speaks in English.
"Do you wanna sit here?"
"No, thank you."
"Alright..."

If only she knew why I won't speak.
I want to grab her by the arms and shout:
"Fool! I have nothing to offer you!"
I want also to whisper in her ear:
"You make my day, and by the way
I love your scarf." I want to shower her
with compliments and I have too many I could say...

But compliments are not enough. Words
are not enough. Love is menial
in a world governed by material.
Unless I stumble across a pot of gold,
you'll simply remain one of my many regrets when I grow old.

Not sure why this is in misc.  But I did enjoy this .... Makes me want to give you advice/encourage you!  try anyway!