She sets across the room of square,
not knowing what I think.

Lost in her book and all her cares,
my heart it seems does shrink.

Is there a word that I can say,
to bring to her a tear?

A word of joy spoke in some way,
that she wont forget for years?

Is there anything that I can do,
some specialty of me?

That of all the people in this room,
I will be the one she sees?

I've never been a man of words,
or confidence of any.

And if rejected where to hide,
in this world of rooms of many?

I feel that I shall bite me tongue,
I sit still in my chair.

And keep locked up in silence,
feelings felt but never shared.

saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-never-shared/