My Shy girl

She looks at you,

Then turns from you.

She seems lonely,

Although very lovely.

She walks alone,

Sits on her own thrown.

She's my shy girl,

The one with the curls.

Though she won't admit it,

I know it and feel it.

She likes me,

She thinks of me.

I do the same,

Too much I believe,

I fear I might go insane.

If only I could tell her,

If only I could hold her.

But she's my shy girl,

The one and only girl.

I'm her shy boy.

She's my Helen,

And I'm her Troy.