The Man of Mystery

He wears a black flowing cape.

He has a deep sounding voice.

He sings better then any man I know.

What lies behind those dark hazel eyes?

What secrets could he hide?

I see him every day and never talk to him.

It is a brush of glances when we walk by each other.

He talks to me little or none at all.

When will he notice me?

When will those eyes look up and finally see me?

When will he realize that I like him?

Until that faithful day however I will continue to see and hear him.

My one wish will continue for all time.

Reviews

[Xardalas]

It's alright. I can relate to this one somewhat if you switch out the guy with the girl. It's a bit different as most of the poetry I've read (Which happens to be a very small amount.) shows it from the guy's perspective, so this one is a bit different to me.