Comfortable, and yet, so shy,
The two of them appear.
I have watched my two close friends
Flirt for almost a year.

Fleeting glances, inside jokes,
Normally wouldn’t mix.
But they both see potential
For something sweetly rich.

Dearest friends, hold back no more!
Though I won’t make the match,
Not my place to interfere,
But when she falls, he’ll catch.

Presumptuous, I may seem,
But it’s my first outcry,
And possibly the last one made,
For someone neutral as I.