Through my eyes

Your eyes twinkle when you look at me.

It seems that there is nothing else you’d rather do.

It occurred to me why you always look,

But maybe it is only I who think too much of it.

Your smile says a lot, yet hides so much from me.

And when you held my hand back then,

I felt like maybe you do feel the same way,

But that is something I could never be sure of.

You’ve awoken feelings deep inside of me that had long been in deep slumber.

Is it really just my imagination?,

Or could you possibly consider me special to you?

But I can’t really summon up the courage to ask you outright.

I could talk to you all day, and still I wouldn’t get tired.

And sometimes it seems like you could too.

Sometimes it seems like you’d want nothing else than to be with me,

But I’m probably delusional, things like these can’ be real.

I’ve sensed some signs which point to yes,

It seem s like you might actually be harboring feelings for me,

Just as I am hiding what I feel for you,

But all those signs could merely be a coincidence.

Your proximity makes me hyper-aware.

Sometimes it seems like you might actually return my feelings,

But all of this I notice might just be overstretched versions of the truth,

And they only seem as they are, because I see them through my eyes.