unspoken love

In the town where tall trees sway, a red-haired beauty held sway. Her figure so fine, her fashion sublime, her smile a sweet sign of love's play. A boy with friends, head in a haze, saw her in a soft sunlit blaze. His heart ached and yearned, with love brightly burned, but fear kept him in a love-struck daze. She gave him signs, oh so clear, yet he trembled with doubt and fear. Her shy giggles and glances, his heart took his chances, but courage was nowhere near. Her eyes sparkled when they met, his heart in a constant roulette, she was confident and bold, but around him, she'd hold, a bashful demeanor to net. In his mind, he spun a tale, of love's bloom, like a fragrant kale. Her crimson hair in the breeze, his heart raced to please, yet his voice, like a shy nightingale. A love so pure, yet unspoken, hearts tied in a bond unbroken. The boy longed to confess, to finally address, the love that within him had awoken. But time, like a thief, would pass, leaving him longing for her class. The red-haired maiden, a vision of grace, his love for her, a gentle embrace. In his heart, she was eternally traced.