Sonnet 2: The crowded room is much too small for you
The crowded room is much too small for you;
From locks of hair to smiles of gold you dance,
And yet not once did you give me a glance;
But with one glance I would give all to you.
The corner suits me well, invisible
I stand alone to see you laugh and grin;
But every stolen look feels like a sin,
When girls’ more beauty than I assemble.
I see you here approaching me, and I
Cannot believe that you would speak to me;
But you believe I am what I should be;
I listen more and never hide in lies.
And as you dance away I fill with hope
That you have seen beyond the shallow scope.
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