I see you in the hall,

but please don't be afraid.

I'm a person of great wisdom,

but not of great fame.

You're a beautiful person,

but I'm just too shy to say.

You walk away from me,

and I die a little inside.

We exchange passing glances here and there,

but I know there is nothing between us to bare.

We speak no words,

but know each other too well.

Two shy people,

in a world of he**.

You probably won't read this,

and I may never say.

That I think you're beautiful,

and I just want you to stay.

I leave this poem with advice for you,

don't walk away without a word or two.