Alas, my sweet,
how you tease me so
with a passing glance,
or a friendly hello--
chance, a smile.
Those infintesimal gestures
draw me near
to your side;
held so dear,
yet I dare not stray too close.
Standing idly by--
I, small and meek--
gaze on at you,
for fear to speak,
lest you refuse me.
So I must be content
to stay at length,
and watch over you
'till I gain strength
to let go, I will be yours.