There she is, a beautiful girl.
Tall, thin, long brown hair, big brown eyes.

There he is, a handsome boy.
Taller, thin, muscular, longish brown hair, hidden hazel eyes.

She's quiet in a unfamiliar crowd. Wild in a group of friends and family.

He's quiet in a unfamiliar crowd. When spoken to he talks with a fa-nominal flow.

She runs track.
He runs track.

They talk about the upcoming events.
They laugh at the same jokes.
They smile at each other whenever they see each other.

He tells all his friends all about this wonderful, amazing, beautiful, extravagant, dazzling, young women.

She tells all her friends about this kind, polite, intelligent, handsome, caring, young man.

The next time she sees him she promises to her self that she will tell him how she feels.

The next time he sees her he promises to him self that he will tell her how he feels.

He walks up to her.
She walks up to him.

They exchange glances and wide smiles. No words, no sounds, no motions.
Just the silence is what they exchange.

He wants to tell her, but he can not, it wasn't the right moment.

She wants to tell him but she can not, it wasn't the right moment.

Secret love is what i would like to call it. I am the observer. This love is obvious.

They are the secret couple.
They exchange secret love.