A compliment lies
On the tip of his tongue
But he's too afraid.
Time freezes as he
Clamps his mouth shut
So as not to let it fall.

You do have beautiful eyes

He looks down
Avoids her eyes.
Hours seem to pass
Before anyone speaks.

The compliment still lies
On the tip of his tongue,
But he's too afraid
Of the consequences
Of letting it slip.
Too late to say it now.
The moment is gone.

She tells him she loves him,
That he's a diamond in the rough,
She doesn't seem to realise
That to him that's not enough.

The picture is there.
Join the dots.
Make it fit.

Can't make it fit.

There will always be that something
Where the last line should be.
Something that stands between them.
Warning him against allowing
The compliment to fall from his lips.