A gaze that was held...

1

Men are wretched things
They build castles out of thin air;
Oh! Why do we try to read so much
In just a look, an ephemeral stare.

2

Confused as he was, he could not have said,
What was in those eyes, that stare;
Was it pity, perhaps sympathy or e'en hatred,
Could it be Love?
He could not perceive, he did not Dare.