Who doesn’t know the feeling of loving someone from afar, without having said one word to that person? Maybe even without them ever knowing? American poet Sara Teasdale perfectly captures that feeling of seeing that special person walk by. Even though that’s very romantic, I’m still happy my Colin didn’t just look at me, but actually came up to talk to me…
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.