To a Special Girl (1987)
I sit and watch you from far away.
Your fluid grace
Your dancing eyes
Your gentle smile
Why can’t I tell you the way I feel?
Sometimes I’m near you.
In the class, or in the halls
Easy to approach, difficult to engage
Conversation is only a word away.
My mind screams out; you cannot hear
For my mouth is independent and afraid.
You continue alone.
What’s wrong with me?
I dream of a day when the fear is gone.
And I am able to speak.
Your dancing eyes on mine
Your smile is for me
When will it come?
In the meantime, I sit and watch.
A nameless shadow, a guardian
A friend you don’t know you have.
Do you ever think of me?