She doesn't know this

but everyday I see her my heart skips

She doesn't know this

But I watch the sun on her dark hair

She doesn't Know this

as I look at her long slender hands and ponder their touch on my skin

She doesn't know this

as I look in to her deep dark eyes  and swim in the muddy chocolate of her gaze

She doesn't know

That I'm struck inarticulate each time she says hello

She doesn't know

that I dream of her most nights upon my pillow

There is so much I want to tell her

that she must never know.

 

M.J. Gray