Watching you today I caught sight of you doodling.
Unaware as you are that you doodle on and in my heart.
Daily I am pricked with the sharp nib of secret love,
Whilst I suffer in the silent isolation of one in love but who's not loved.
I allow you to stab me when I'm down,
Bruising my heart as I tumble
into the abyss of this unrequited love
Never courageous to tell you just how I feel.
But if this is love that I feel,
Why does it hurt so much?
Why does it fill me with fear?
My joy comes only in short bursts,
easily spotted when you're around.
Looking at you across that table today,
I saw our hands joined,
fingers entwined,
walking together.
I think of you at first light,
and when the evening shadows lengthen I pray that you will enter through the door of my dreams
