Ignorance Is Not Bliss

I watch them.
I watch the way they move,
I watch their smile,
I watch the breeze in their hair.
I listen to the light cadence
Of their voice,
Broken as they try to find the right words.
I dream and hope and wait,
Wait for my courage to come back,
Wait for my chance to tell them.
They understand what I feel,
But they would be shocked by who
My attentions are fixed.
They do not know,
And that only makes it harder
For me.