This isn't really my style, because I felt like experimenting. :) So I don't know if I was too heavy-handed with the Old English or the touch of French. Kindly let me know what you think?
Thou art thought invisible,
but still thou art known.
Do not search for me in the masses,
for I would never have the nerve
to meet eyes with thee
but I have seen
the words that form thine heart
thy swirling musings manifest
so beautiful, delicate, free
and quickly now, in passing
I give thanks for them
with a tipped hat,
a ducked head,
a thrill, then a
dash into the crowd.
Ma cherie, though I savor this chase
never will you catch my gaze.
mine orbs shalt avert
while ears cling to thine sound
and at day's end, I'll ne'er be found.