I distil my impressions,
In pages of your books,
Half worried, that you will discover them,
Half hopeful, that you indeed will,
I write 'beautiful',
And hope that you will find those lines beautiful,
I write 'it touched my heart',
And I hope it will touch yours too,
As I progress through the pages,
On each I imagine you and me as characters,
Sometimes you are Muse,
Waiting for me in agony,
Sometimes I am Dandy,
Stealing your heart,
Words after words,
Pages after pages,
You linger in my thoughts,
As if you were reading the book with me,
Smiling at all beautiful lines,
Crying at sad ones,
The time stops,
When you enter the room,
And i steal a moment,
Looking at you through corner of my eyes,
Half worried that you will see me,
Half hopeful that you indeed will...
