Silent Admirer


I sit silently and watch her from my place
She doesn't know that she is the object of my attention
My sense of the things around me wanes
In every essence of my soul I soak her into my mind
Every curve of her body is illuminated angelicly
Cutely she plays with her tangled hair
Every now and then she turns slightly to talk to a friend
Her crystal blue eyes captivate me fully for a moment
Her foot taps taps taps the ground as if she were nervous
I wonder if the feels my eyes on her
Someone talks to me, but I do not hear them
I am listening to her heart beat in unison with mine
When she talks her voice sounds like that of an untuned violin
Yet never before have I heard suck a beautiful sound
Her fragile figure is like a gently falling snow flake
It is singular and unique like no other could ever be
I want to reach out to her, show her what it means to be human
She is a women and I am a man nothing less nothing more
Together we should be one, but that is not to be
After all those who dream in silence live in silence
With the silent who admire the watching is the dream

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