Sonnet 4 Poem by Octavian Cocos

I look at you amazed, my dearest one,
And our eyes meet furtively and starved
Your gaze is hot, as a majestic sun,
And in my chest my heart is struggling hard.
I'd like to speak, however I feel dumb,
As if my mind were weary and upset,
I feel I know you as I know my thumb,
And maybe in another life we met.
I fear to blink lest you should fly away
Or my sweet dream should lose its blazing flame,
So, we both wait a sign, a shining ray,
But you look down embarassed, fool of shame.
And then I hear a voice in the blue sky:
"You are the man, it's up to you to try! ".