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Secret Admirer

She is my light

I admire her from the dark

tracing her movements with my eyes  

playing her voice over in my mind

 

She is so perfect to me

flawless skin she wears

covered in elegant fabric

how I wish I could touch her

 

She has an intoxicating fragrance

I am lucky enough to catch her scent

sometimes she will walk by me

never noticing  

 

She makes me feel like a peasant to a queen

graced by her presence  where I wish to be

but she will never see

where I will always be hiding

 

I am always watching

always remembering

always admiring

always... planning.

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andrew-owens
American
Published
Apr 15, 2013
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