Silent Admiration
by Tom Joyce

Too shy to ask your name,
I just try to catch a glimpse of your beauty
As you pass me in the hall,
I can't help but feel a shudder.

If I don't get courage to ask you,
Will I ever know?
How can I get to know you,
When words won't even sound?

Weeks pass by without a change
I watch in silent admiration
Your graceful walk, the way you talk,
Why am I forever motionless?

Isn't there a way in hell
In which I can make you see,
That even though we haven't talked,
We were meant to be?

Years go by and we lose touch
(Touch we never had)
Yet I cannot clear my mind,
[of] The question I've wondered much:
Would you have loved me had you known [how I felt]?

And then the other day arrived,
In my mail I did receive
A letter from the girl I loved,
It read:

Steve, I should've told you long before
The things I held inside.
Although I didn't show it much,
I sometimes found me shy;
I couldn't bring myself to tell you
I loved you till I died.