Does he know?

No he couldn't possibly, I console myself

The way he tips his head gently to the side when he writes

How I saw him stop to help a boy who had dropped his assignments

When he laughs, there is no sorrow near

He turns a mere look of concentration into something of beauty

Does he know?

I look for him in public spaces

I steal glances at every safe opportunity

I cherish sweet moments he gives me

I notice all instances of gentle compassion

Does he know?

He is handsome, beautiful, captivating

He is gentlemanly, perfect, sought after

He is thoughtful, unique, kind

He is patient, humble, a center of peace for me

Does he know?

I cannot get enough of him

He is loved beyond comprehension

I want with everything I have to tell him this,

But when I try, my tongue seizes and is tied