Unrequited love

I,

Hiding behind,

Secretly gazing at your back,

Afraid to step forward,

Fearful of getting too close,

To let you hear the racing heartbeat,

And I'd rather not sit,

In front of you,

For fear of not seeing you well,

Nor do I dare take a seat,

By your side,

Lest my heartfelt voice be exposed,

Only to receive silent response.

I,

Hiding behind,

Secretly observing your back,

Innocently questioning,

Is this love?

Perhaps,

This is what they call,

Unrequited love.