You're beautiful—like the butterflies,
With eyes that sparkled like broad daylight.
Lips dressed in cherry blossom tones—
Where I longed to taste, yet dared not own.

But I believed I held no right
To touch this fleeting, sacred sight.
So I remained—
A silent soul in quiet worship,
Watching from a gentle distance.

Your dimples shy,
As if they feared to be seen.
Your steps so light,
As though the air itself carried you.
Your hair fell over your shoulders, soft and slow—
Turning with the wind, like whispers in flow.

And oh, the way you smelled—
A field of flowers not known to this earth.
Your skin…
Softer than a newborn’s breath.
Your brows—drawn by angels, not men.
I paused,
For every word I found
Unfolded into a thousand more,
And still could not contain
The breath you stole from me.

But I never told you.
I watched in awe,
Words heavy in my throat.
And when you asked, “Why me?”
With eyes like frightened doe—
You mistook my silence as distance.
Thought I was like the rest.

But I was just…
Too stunned to speak,
While reasons kept echoing in my soul,
Like music I couldn’t translate.