A Lack Of Action

Her green eyes and auburn locks
The shape of her mouth and the way she talks
Every word she says to me
Is pure poetry

She's got a lover,
A boy of her own
And my shyness consents
To leave her alone

Her beauty would falter
If she left it with me
If she knew what I know
And saw what I see

She'd find vanity in my words
And pride in my praise
My love would ruin her
Like time wilts flowers in a vase

Wanting but never having
I'll stew in my loneliness
What a hero I must be
To save her with my cowardice