Roses and Thorns

You.

I find myself tapping at the window in hopes of getting closer to you.

A little wave in an attempt to see you smile at me.

A smile from you radiates the room as I stand in the corner in awe,

People adore you. 

You charm the room with a quaint touch of the shoulder,

as your eyes glow, bringing out a sweet aura in all.

You cast your spell.

My quivering heart skips in accepting your perfect masculine stance.

Shoulders align into symmetric authority.

Your smooth hands, tilt of the head,

 drawing the crowd to fall in love, 

as I did countless times before when I fell under the spell.

I find myself not ever coming out.

But then again, do I really want too?