Unsaid

There are somethings I wish I had never mentioned,
And others I now can’t tell you.
Like how I love the way your eyes smile,
And how I never noticed it in all these years.
Like how I seem to love the way you walk,
With a very enviable sense of pride;
And how I try to match steps with you,
When you walk by my side.

Like how I seem to see you in the crowd,
and at times see only you.
Like how I catch myself thinking of you,
When iam thinking of someone else.
Like how i feel immensely peaceful,
When I hear you laugh endlessly over a silly joke.
Like how at times my hand reaches out to yours,
When we talk together, mostly unconsciously.

Like how I yen to place my palm over yours,
When I sense sorrow in your voice.
Like how iam amazed by the way you complete my sentences,
And I, yours.
Like how I sense a tinge of jealousy,
When you describe some random women you met.
Like how I feel childlike when we smile at each other,
Over a joke only we seem to understand.

Like how, to begin with,
I want to figure out if this is love.
Like how I wish to talk to you at length;
About this impossible love,
And the possible happiness,
Your friendship brings me.