your eyes
I saw you looking at me from the corner of my eye.
After that, our eyes kept meeting in a crowded room.
Sometimes you glanced over at me and I was already looking at you. I think you knew, because you gave me a shy, knowing smile. You held my gaze. Neither of us looked away.
You're really beautiful.
The way your eyes sparkle when you're excited about something. The nervous and timid energy I feel when we are alone. The way your eyes widen when you see me.
Yet, I don't have the courage to tell you how I feel about you.