Next to the shop where you work
I pass by almost every night
to watch you while you close it
and regret that your heart doesn't want me.
Every evening at five to eight,
old friends know my way,
I'm passing by and watching you
and imagine you in my embrace.
You don't even pay attention,
for you I'm just one more passer by,
you don't know that my heart writes you
a hundred poems a day.
To express my love to you
I can only in poems,
because you won't let for once
to give us a chance.
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zeraprinc (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "At Five To Eight" is a poem from a collection of poetry entitled "When you stay alone". If you liked it and want to order your copy of the book, you can through Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/8690558810 Or support my work by buying me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/zeraprinc
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