With you I'm awkward, don't know where to put
My hands, or how to look you in the eye.
I laugh - I always laugh - and only sigh
When you are gone. I shift from foot to foot
And try to seem at ease; I want to stare,
So much, but only find a way to glance
Under my eyelids; so much for romance
If I can't even, when you're standing there
Manage to indulge my instincts. When
You've left the room and I can breathe again,
I wonder if you've noticed how I feel;
I hope you have, but cannot speak, and so
I seem destined to dream but never know
If you have listened to my mute appeal.
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