In the quiet corners of the crowded room,
Where glances meet, yet words remain unsaid,
There blooms a silent longing, like a bloom,
In the garden of thoughts, where dreams are fed.
The heart whispers secrets the lips can’t share,
Each smile a hidden message in disguise,
The gentle breeze of hope lingers in the air,
As eyes reveal what the heart often denies.
A fleeting touch, a brush of hands so light,
Sends waves of warmth through the veins like fire,
In moments brief, the world feels just right,
Fueled by the spark of unspoken desire.
Yet in this dance of dreams and tender sighs,
We find the courage to face the unknown,
With every heartbeat, the timid hope flies,
In the realm of crushes, where love is sown.