I spot her in a crowd
and innocently conclude
she is there for my heed.
I am desperate for her
glance,
that fails to meet my eagerness.
I brand it as her coyness.
She talks to someone with
smile,
that I conveniently interpret
that it is meant for me to
note.
She is engrossed in long
chats,
that gives me a clear cut
signal
that she grants me her
vision.
She seems much uneasy to see
And blushes when accosted.
Yes, my current runs through
her.
I can’t evidence to the
public
that she is in love with me.
I won’t betray her
predicament.
She can’t manifest her love.
I don’t want for love a
witness
to tarnish her modesty and
majesty.
Whether she shows her love or
not,
I believe in her the mute
love for me
and in it find an erotic joy.
17.03.2001
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