In the midst of the storm,

In the center of the sea,

In the eye of the hurricane,

Form the thoughts of you and me. 

In a crowded room, too shy to speak,

On a noisy bus, we share a seat,

We quickly bid farewell, with a hug so meek,

And wish each other well, as we go home for the week. 

You do seem like the shy sort of type,

But so am I, I'm not going to gripe.

We say a bit in the e-mails we type,

When we're together, shy glances we swipe. 

I go home and think of you day and night,

So thankful we never ever fight.

I miss you when you're out of sight,

But when I'm with you, everything seems alright.  

At lunch you hang with my friends and I,

When I see you, all I can do is sigh.

I often ask myself, why, oh why,

Am I just oh-so shy? 

In the midst of the storm,

In the center of the sea,

In the eye of the hurricane,

There's you and me together, content, and at peace.