Love has kept me paralyzed.
My legs frozen with fear,
My mouth dare not say a peep
For any noise at all that does not come from your smooth, voluptuous lips
Will taint the grace of your presence.
Your eyes are dark.
A mystery that shall not foretell the secrets your soul hides.
Your laugh is a melody that intertwines with the wind.
Music to the ears of invisible conductors that instruct your voices sweet harmony to play.
Your hidden scars a work of art made from battlefields populated with Picasso’s.
Your hair frizzes and fries at the drop of a hat.
Your face is an empty canvas revealing your true complexion.
Red bumps like mountains along your freckled golden face.
Your glasses framing your mysterious tinted windows.
I love you,
But you will never know I exist.