In the quiet corners of a crowded room,
A symphony of glances softly blooms,
Eyes meet, then shyly turn away,
A dance of words we never say.
The heart beats faster, a gentle thrum,
Dreams awaken, possibilities come,
In every smile, a world anew,
Where hopes and wishes subtly brew.
In stolen moments, time stands still,
A silent promise, a whispered thrill,
The space between us gently narrows,
A tapestry of untold tomorrows.
Yet in the shadows of our fears,
Lies the courage to draw near,
For in the depths of longingâs sway,
Love finds a voice in its own way.