THE SPECTATOR

With the force given by us,

He could've moved a big bus.

But this poor little guy,

Didn't even try to say a hi.

All he does is to grab a place,

And just stare at her face.

I know that it's very tough.

I know that he can't just plough.

 He sits and gazes with dreamy eyes,

At her beauty, he can't disguise.

Sadly, he's a one-sided lover,

Who couldn't let his love to uncover.

He observes her from afar,

But lacks courage to shine as a star.

She's the sole one he truly desires,

But will she know before he retires.

He dreams of holding her hand,

And explore this whole land.

He dreams of whispering in her ear,

But he couldn't, it's a pain he can't bear.

He wants to tell her how he feels,

But when he hears her high heels,

He loses all his valour with every step,

And woke me out of my sweet nap.

All he does is to pay the tutor,

And do his job as the spectator.

For he's just a one-sided lover,

Whose love is in undercover.

So, he sits and stares at her face,

And hopes that she'll realize the case,

That he has been obsessed for so long,

And his love for her is true and strong.

To be honest I'm worried about him.