il passer vicino

I recently saw you from a far,
But not too far as to not speak,
Yet nothing on my lips that could prevail,
Whilst I stood there a passer-by.

Like the breeze that does not stop,
Like the train that whistles past,
Not one glance your eyes did make,
Whilst I stood there a passer-by.

Wondering waiting I did do,
The color yours eyes I could not tell,
Green or Hazel I speculate,
Whilst I stood there a passer-by.

The day was beautiful,
Much to pretty to walk alone,
Step by step you crossed my path,
Whilst I stood there a passer-by.

Perhaps someday our feet will sync,
Walking in the same direction,
Never to be left alone,
And we shall ever pass no more.