Taciturn Lady Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Secretly noticing her movements,
I watch her hands
raising a wine glass,
and I know, I’d like to fall
in love with her.

She doesn’t seem to be talking
to anyone in the room or passing through,
such a taciturn lady;
I’d like to introduce myself but fear
frigid politeness and gloom.

If I were an elegant story teller,
One who dazzles with his words,
I would try to hold her attention
for the evening or more
but would positively die
to find a shade of mockery in her eyes.

Evidently, this mysterious woman is not for me,
this romance will not begin,
I’ll leave the conversation alone and pretend
that I’m not really even interested
in being her friend,
I’ll gaze back out the window
and try to escape all of this desire.