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