Observer, not Pursuer

Your smile is so captivating.

So sweet, yet with a pinch of mischievousness.

The touch of your hands,

Gentle yet strong.

The sound of your voice, sincere, calming,

inviting, sweet, yet firm.

And eyes that tell a story.

What kind, I have yet to read.

Haven’t gotten close enough.

Not one to approach.

Observing you, from a distance,

able to see your interest

in  someone else.

Disappointment rising,

too late once again.