So many golden lights around
Glow in the streets of Petersburg..
So many bachelors abound,
Yet I love a married man - I'm doddering.
Too early he start a family set -
A sorrowful tale, indeed my fault.
I hide my love even from myself,
And from him—ever most of all.
I long to flee from the moment,
He comes into view nevertheless.
For what if all the things, I keep silent,
Should suddenly reveal himselves?
I must not look upon his view:
I fear that I might catch his eye.
I can handle this love alone through,
But together—we could never shy.
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: April 3rd, 2026 16:05
- Category: Love
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Comments1
A proposal advanced in this poem of attraction. Nicely written
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