I watch her from a distance,
A ghost that no one sees.
No courage in that instance;
No balance in my knees.

I'd never hazard speech,
Nor risk a whispered word.
Lunacy would never reach
A notion so absurd.

My tangled tongue could only pull,
A mangled, muttered mess.
And then she'd count me as a fool,
A simpleton, or less.

Were I a fancy talker,
I'm sure that she'd be mine,
But here I stand a stalker,
And not her valentine.