Admirer


Admirer

It is not love which keeps him on my mind
But constant nag and sweet words interchanged
Just as I breathe and think all is behind
There comes another play he has arranged

I wait and cry, forget and hope but still
He finds a way to burrow in my soul
It is a cross to bear, I fear, until
A better man shall fill his wishful role

And yet I strain my eyes to look away
Whenev’r I feel his gaze in my direction
Temptation stirs and for it one must pay
As if no one has payed for its correction

Id never met a person fevered more
Whose one desire masks in him all light
Although I’ve calmed, one thought I can't ignore
How shall decisions play and were they right?

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