Love's Left Unsaid
04 June 2020
STEPHANIE ALOIS
She fell for the sparkle in his eyes
His final smile each time he leaves
Blinded her vision, detained her speech
Oh, such a feeling!
She longed for more
But he just stood
The love left unsaid
He stared from afar
Her movements of grace
Distracted his concentration
and drove him nuts
How overwhelming!
He dreamed of having her
But she was easier to watch than touch
So the love was left unsaid
She recognised love-shyness
Compliments eased her heart
Kept her hopes up longer
But silence unbearable!
Expecting him to move first
Now he’s confused about the truth
Abandons her heart in suspense
So the love was left unsaid
He realised she’s hard to get
Her humour threw him off guard
Building his confidence higher
Oh, but she’s a puzzle!
He tries so hard to read her
But her inscrutability intimidates
Leaving his heart aching in horror
So the love’s left unsaid.
Thank you Lindsay. I have a vivid imagination I guess.
Posted by: Stephanie Alois | 05 June 2020 at 10:43 AM
Thank you Hezron and Michael. Yes it's for teens who show but can't tell.
Posted by: Stephanie Alois | 05 June 2020 at 07:28 AM
Stephanie, wow, and that is for the drift, as visual dalliance.
Then your parade of poses, upon which readers sup in delight.
(Has that 1815 day at Waterloo, its close run chase as much at chance, been analysed as exquisitely?)
Posted by: Lindsay F Bond | 04 June 2020 at 11:33 PM
Gripping words with a prodding urgency. Enough to push a man to profess his love. Great work Stephanie.
Posted by: Hezron Wangi Jr | 04 June 2020 at 09:52 AM
Smells like teen spirit to me.
I like "inscrutability intimidates".
Posted by: Michael Dom | 04 June 2020 at 08:44 AM