I speak few words yet my eyes...
shout in a thousand tongues.
Quietly exchanging seductive glances...
so sweet they should be sung.
Inside my heart I crave to speak...
but shyness keeps me still.
Forever the artist with "no game"...
causing a smile gives me a thrill.
I once approached a woman boldly...
recieving rejection rudely and quick.
I never approached a woman again...
the memory still makes me sick.
They say "If at first you don't succeed...
try and try again."
Persistance may get you further...
but it doesn't guarantee a win.
I prefer to remain a shy guy...
who attracts women five times as bold.
So verbal game would be unnecessary...
and true passion can unfold.