The silent Admiration

The Silent Admiration In the quiet corners of my heart, I hold a tender flame, A secret whisper of my soul, a feeling with no name. He walks with grace and gentle charm, a presence ever bright, And in his eyes, a world of dreams, a beacon in the night. His laughter is a melody, a song that soothes my mind, A symphony of joy and light, a treasure rare to find. Each word he speaks, a poetry, that dances through the air, And in his gaze, a warmth that shows a kindness true and fair. I watch from shadows, silently, as he moves through the day, Admiring all his strengths and flaws, in every little way. The way he lifts the spirits high, of those who feel so low, The way he turns the mundane world into a vibrant show. Though he may never know my heart, the depths of what I feel, I'll cherish every moment shared, a love that's pure and real. For admiration's silent song is written in the skies, A gentle touch, a wistful sigh, a love that never dies. So here's to him, the one I hold in admiration's light, A star that guides my every step, through day and darkest night. And though the words remain unspoken, hidden from his view, My heart will always sing for him, a song that's pure and true.