She knows, oh, she knows,
That I gaze when the moment slows.
A glance, a touch, a silent prayer,
But she’s already claimed, unaware.
Her laughter rings, a melody sweet,
In the rhythm of her heartbeat,
Yet in the silence of my eyes,
I hold a secret I can’t disguise.
She moves with grace, her world complete,
While mine, it bends beneath her feet.
She wears love like a golden crown,
While I keep mine tucked down,
Beneath the layers of "what might have been,"
A wish that lingers, never seen.
She knows, but the heart is a quiet thief,
Stealing moments in unspoken grief.
For she is his, and I remain,
A shadow dancing in the rain.