My stare is matched by your eyes.

But you look away and part of me dies.

I’ve tried to understand how I feel.

This must be a dream, because it can’t be real.

Why do I wonder if you know?

How could you, I haven’t told a soul.

But there are times when you look at me.

And I’m almost sure my feelings are plain to see.

It’s so hard to care for you.

But, I can’t hold this inside so what do I do?

Is it only me you look at in that way?

Or are there others when I turn away?

It makes me feel lonely inside,

To believe your eyes have actually lied.

I can’t stand this guessing game.

And I have only my heart to blame.

So if I have misunderstood.

Maybe at least I will feel good.

For through my silent affair I shall live,

Even if you have nothing to offer or give.