Hopeful Eyes

Holding his hand,
My face gets red
And I start to giggle.
So many things I want to do,
So many peacefully innocent and
Nice things.
Just for him.

Warm hugs,
Sweet kisses.
But all just things from dreams.
You see,
They haven't happened yet.
So many nights I would fall asleep;
Thinking, hoping, wishing
That something would go according to plan.

"I'm sorry," he says.
He claims he could see wonder in my eyes,
But really it was hope.
Pure, loving hopefulness
For him to turn his head
A little bit more when we hug.
Just a little bit.
That's all I need
To make my move and strike,
ever so painlessly.

But now all that he will see
Are these hopeful eyes,
Just staring back at him.
Silently wishing.