Every single morning,
For three weeks now or more. 
You are sitting at the station, 
In the same place as before. 

You never see my glances. 
You never feel my eyes. 
You never know how much I want, 
To hear your tender sighs. 

My mind it starts to wander, 
As you lose yourself in books; 
A new one every day it seems, 
oblivious of my looks. 

You are not the world's best looker. 
Your clothes are old and worn. 
But you have captured a piece of me 
And made me feel reborn. 

Your scent intoxicating.
The way you bite your lip.
The smile when you read something,
That makes your barrier slip.

But how can I approach you?
My voice is lost when near. 
My heart is not strong enough, 
To make my feelings clear. 

So I sit and just fantasise, 
About us getting nude. 
Sharing candlelit dinners
And tasting each other's food.

Making love near an open fireplace.
The flames warming our skin.
For hours and hours we would go on.
Until we were done in.

Then sleeping there together.
The ashes burning bright.
The warmth we get from our body heat,
Will keep us warm all night.

One day I'll walk on over
And coyly ask your name.
Then hope you look and smile at me
With eyes that bear a flame. 

I will make you very happy, 
If you agree with me to date. 
I will shower you with love
And we will talk each night 'til late.

You glance in my direction, 
As if reading, now my mind. 
I try to smile but find myself, 
Just looking at you blind. 

I wish I had the courage
To sweep you off your toes. 
To kiss those tiny cherry lips. 
To kiss that button nose. 

But instead I will just sit here
And love you in my head. 
My destiny sealed with cowardice. 
My soul left grey and dead.