Alas, my sweet,
how you tease me so
with a passing glance,
or a friendly hello--
chance, a smile.
Those infintesimal gestures
draw me near
to your side;
held so dear,
yet I dare not stray too close.
Standing idly by--
I, small and meek--
gaze on at you,
for fear to speak,
lest you refuse me.
So I must be content
to stay at length,
and watch over you
'till I gain strength
to let go, I will be yours.
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Author:
Stormy Day (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm pathologically shy. A blessing and a curse.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
You've written this very well. Words and picture fit perfectly.
Aw, so perfectly expressed! The image is cute and fitting, and the scenario you depicted too real and familiar....I love how you gently captured it in your stanzas. Beautiful and excellent!!
Thank you for all your encouragemnet!
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