She sets across the room of square, <br />not knowing what I think. <br /> <br />Lost in her book and all her cares, <br />my heart it seems does shrink. <br /> <br />Is there a word that I can say, <br />to bring to her a tear? <br /> <br />A word of joy spoke in some way, <br />that she wont forget for years? <br /> <br />Is there anything that I can do, <br />some specialty of me? <br /> <br />That of all the people in this room, <br />I will be the one she sees? <br /> <br />I've never been a man of words, <br />or confidence of any. <br /> <br />And if rejected where to hide, <br />in this world of rooms of many? <br /> <br />I feel that I shall bite me tongue, <br />I sit still in my chair. <br /> <br />And keep locked up in silence, <br />feelings felt but never shared.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-never-shared/
