Is it possible that he knows?
Yet I'm still left without an answer.
Full of expression.
Expresses no definitive revelation of my feelings.
So it's killing me softly.
Every day I die in his presence.
Small parts of me melt beneath his smile.
My eyes have yet to see a man so beautiful.
His sophistication excites me.
I'm hungry for his knowledge.
His intelligence my sustenance.
A woman so strong.
So weak when he is near.
Words turn to mumble.
Hands left to fumble.
Oh Doctor please.
Diagnose this affliction.
Something tells me he can sense it.
He too suffers from this oppression.
At least then.
If he does.
I wouldn't be left feeling...
If only in my dreams.