Secret Wishes
I breathe your exsistence and frolic in your eyes
Play across your lips as your voice implies
'Will there be night, under the stars, are they real or but a mirage'
Hair falling in front of those cold blue eyes, you pushing it back with an icy smile
They melt away as you catch her glance, thinking all the while.
'Kind woman is there night take my hand or do it be plight?'
Taking her hand, my presence gone unnoticed, out to the balcony you go.
Why doth love be cruel to my kind hearted soul that broke easily in the rapid flow.
In the the corner I sit pleading to the gods I do wish.
I could have taken your first lovely kiss.
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