shakespearean sonnet about flirtation in the office
We work together every day it seems,
Our elbows bumping sometimes here and there;
But unlike how it happens in my dreams,
You never turn to notice me and care.
You just continue with our quaint routine,
Regardless how you set my skin afire.
I hide my crush behind a stoic mien,
Awaiting when you'll next stoke my desire.
I hover near your effervescent charm,
At times too close into your private space,
In hopes I might just bump against your arm
Or feel your hair's caress across my face.
No matter what you think my stumble meant,
You can hardly call my touch an accident.