Shadow Lover

I watch her from a distance, Perhaps behind some trees. No courage in that instance; No balance in my knees. I'd never hazard speech, Nor risk a whispered word. Lunacy would never reach A notion so absurd. My tangled tongue could only pull, A mangled, muttered mess. And then she'd count me as a fool, A simpleton, or less. Were I a fancy talker, I'm sure that she'd be mine, But here I stand a stalker, And not her valentine.