Hidden Butterflies

It's his eyes,
She thinks to herself.
They smile at her,
But, he doesn't know.
Or,
He knows,
But, will never say.

It's his voice.
When he says: "How was your day?"
She hears,
"My attention is only for you."
Butterflies.
Shy smile.
But,
His always cool.
Always in one mindset.
When her mind cant stop -
Asking,
Answering,
Still not knowing.

It's his mind.
She wishes she could live there.
Build a house.
A home where she would say -
"I understand you."
And he would respond -
"I know."

She finds him in her dreams,
Where their moments seem real.
When she awakes, she is disappointed and sighs.
Will he ever hold her hand?
Will he hug her and never let go?
Will he be with her because it's right?

No.
Because, 
She will never ask.
He will never admit to the truth.

She puts her butterflies in a cage,
Slows down her heart beat,
Floats back down to earth,
And answers -
"My day was just fine. How about your's?"