She's precious

A poem to a "friend-zoner" I love very much

She's precious when she goes
By my side or on the phone,
When she's laughing,
Or when tears are falling.

She's precious when she walks,
Towards me saying hi
When she hugs me and then talks,
Pushing me to hurry up

She's precious in the dark
When my eyes wanders her,
With the discretion of the place,
Admiring curves barely seen.

Then I try to talk,
Then my heartbeat rises
When I let my mind fly
Just to choose words for her.

But she's focused on the screen,
Or on the ones talking on the back.
Did she even realized?
That I focused on her eyes?

So the show is over,
she's still precious after that
I face the time to say goodbye,
Before throwing my last card.

I take out of myself,
Something kept for many days
I take out a precious mirror,
Handcrafted by my pencil.

Then she freezes in the act,
When she sees herself reflected,
Thousand of words spoken with pencil strokes
Thousand of words spoken with a silent sigh.

She's precious when she's silent,
Admiring herself on a piece of paper.
But the truth is, I never needed paper
To admire someone with my eyes.

Cause I think she's precious,
But it doesn't work the opposite side...

Reviews

[Dimple Nahata Jain]

Nice poem.
Keep it up!
"Did she even realised ?
That I focused on her eyes?" These lines express the deep feelings of the guy for whom "she is precious." I loved your work.

[Fernando Dardón]

Thank you so much!! Actually that poem talks about last time we went to the movies: I was watching her carefully, as she was looking at the screen.