He loved her so yet didn't know her name
And, being far too shy to stop and talk,
Each day he'd pass her, feel her light his flame,
On weakened knees look straight ahead and walk.
She like him, too, and wished he'd say hello,
Wished they could chat, hoped they would one day meet.
He passed her by, she felt a warming glow
And as he neared, her heart would skip a beat.
If ever two were meant to be as one,
These two would seem to be a perfect pair,
But he passed by and when the day was done
She'd sit and think about him and despair.
Would he not ever know how much she pined?
Would she know what went on inside his mind?