From a distance
I can almost make out his words.
He is swift as a tiger
But gentle as a bird.
He talks to many
Not to me though
I love him greatly
And of this he'll never know.
Loving him from afar
and with nothing returned.
I want to tell him
but I'm petrified of being burned.
So never will my lips touch his
No kiss of lovers warm embrace.
And my heart will die a little everyday
But of this there will be no trace.
Yearning for his taste
I sit and choose to remain alone.
He has no clue, how could he
No signs have I shown.
So night after night
I lie in bed and cry.
Upset that I've been hurt
And that my heart is not willing to try.
Though you will never know
I love you sweet, sweet man.
And I will day dream of us together
Walking on the beach
Hovering above the sand.
Thank you for these thoughts
They make me eternally pleased.
And I know it will never come
It is simply my heart being teased.
You do not know me
And I to you or so it seems.
But we will be together
Every night in my dreams.
Unfortunately not to long after this poem she did start to get attention from this boy she liked. At first she seemed happier than ever before but that was not to last.
Her journey takes a little turn after this poem. I hope you stay with us as we continue her journey and if you like My Secret Lover, please vote.
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Words a Mother Never Heard (Wattys2016)
PoetryA young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman c...
