Watched your beauty, of course
from the distance I must maintain,
Never sure how to approach,
And yet the burning, the yearning, it's concerning
how I long for that touch.
Blissfully unaware, my eyes
searching inside for a small sign,
Never sure how to perform,
But the flirting, the skirting, it's hurting
how much I long for that touch.
I've been here, just for you
to finally realise deep inside,
Never sure how to receive,
Even if your kind, my signs, our minds
just to touch...