Sonnet #2

I don't quite know exactly who you are,
And yet I see you daily passing by.
I want to meet, but I can only try,
I guess I must admire you from afar.

You walk into the places where I sit.
Your face the only thing of which I dream.
If only all I own I could redeem,
For you, my love, the cost is only fit.

What is a man to do with love like this?
To waste it on a notion that is naught?
To get to her, the world he would have fought,
And yet the farthest from him is her kiss.

And though it's far, the time we meet, I fear.
The sweetest words, I'll whisper in your ear.