It's not that he has nothing to say
It just comes out in a different way
He tries so hard only in dispair
He has a life but with no one to share
Afraid to ask and being turned down
He keeps to himself and stays with a frown
He'd rather do this than try to be cool
Which might make him out a fool
He meets that one certain girl
That puts his mind in a whirl
No matter how much he can try
His mouth is always dry
Little does she know
That he cares for her so
With all his love and affection
But from her he gets only neglection
Words don't always have to be spoken
They can be shown in another token
If she looks at him she then will know
For his eyes will have told her so
He waits for that day to arrive
When he sees all his shyness die
For I realy know how it must be
Cause this shy one really is me
(c) S Latt
December 6, 1971
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