I don’t say
Things I think
I’m cautious like
A new driver
At a stop
Sign looking each
Way thrice before
Proceeding or like
A birder careful
Not to snap
A twig scaring
Away the thing
I wish to
See I keep
Things from your
Ears for even
Though I think
Them I fear
Your heart simply
Cannot hear them
Instead let me
Spy upon your
Smile and simply
Smile back love