Andrew Hinton (1993 / Massachusetts)
A Timid Intrest
Dear one whose strength I admire,
I must admit closeness with you I desire.
I hear rumors of mistakes you have made,
And they do cause my heart to fade.
For reasons I can't explain,
Even if they are vain,
My heart has chosen for you to care,
And I must admit I find you fair.
But another might have come and loved you first,
And in this area of life I do find I feel cursed.
To know he may have held you in passion,
And eyed you dressed in the current fashion.
I doubt I would compare to him in love,
Are you no longer a white dove?
Should I carry on my feelings and wait?
No, I will simply have to trust in fate.
But I'll wonder why it was not I.
I try to keep a pure eye,
And not let you become and object in my mind,
But I know these answers I will not find.
So friend is the term I will give you now,
To express my feelings, I wouldn't know how.
But I see you and I see me,
And I think happy together we'd be.
I'll pray and I'll ponder the possibility,
Even if I feel it is futility.
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