Nobody knows me, they think they do;
Shy one, wallflower, what's the matter with you?
Overcome your shyness, look me in the eye,
Be a real person, a social butterfly.
You don't know me, the passion
This gentle, quiet heart that is my domain:
Depth, reflection, kindness
These are my qualities, the way I shine.
My shyness is a part of
me, a quality;
A substance of softness, an energy.
Caring too much, perhaps,
Pleasing too much, perhaps.
But what a wonderful package shy is:
with feathers, to listen forever;
To care so deeply, to think so clever;
so stable, to leave you: Never!
Now what you don't see is what you don't get;
You can't win the prize, if you don't place your bet.
One day you'll see who I really am: Too
You'll realize what you lost: a perfect, ideal mate.