Today when I saw her.
She looked like a flower.
Oh! How badly I wanted to tell her.
That her beauty has power,
like none other.
In my mind over and over,
I asked myself to stay far from her.
As the evil in me craves possession.
I avoided giving her my appreciation.
I wish I knew how to love better.
Maybe then she would be my lover.
Deep in my heart, I am her well wisher.
And I will remain to be a secret admirer.
I write down my feelings and burn the letter.
Hoping the flame will keep her warm forever.
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