Does He Know?
His sharp blue eyes
Like sapphires cut from the stone
They dance and seem to twinkle like stars.
He stares at me sometimes, a gleam in his eye
It's puzzling
These new feelings that bubble up inside.
He flirts
And sometimes he goes a bit too far
And I begin to wonder
If he really means it.
He's so good at hiding these things
That I don't take notice
Of the small gestures, the smiles, the longing glances
Or perhaps I'm too preoccupied to see it.
But sometimes he slips
And I duck my head
In a futile attempt to hide my own feelings
Does he know how much he affects me?
With that smile.
When I dream
I dream of the future
The happiness and sorrow
That trails behind the glory of the knight's shield
And strangely, my dreams include him.
I'm not always a stone
Sometimes I can't help but grin, laugh
Even blush, when he's near
Does he know?
I think he does.
His sharp blue eyes
Like sapphires cut from the stone
They dance and seem to twinkle like stars.
He stares at me often, a gleam in his eye
It's not new
These familiar feelings that bubble up inside.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
I pluck the petals of a flower, in a futile attempt to convince myself that I'm only dreaming
Does he know how much he affects me?
Does he know these feeling I have?
Does he know it's love I feel?
Or should I forget it entirely
And take it only as a desperate attempt to find love
Again.
Because, this time, I think it's more...