Sometimes I see you walking down the sidewalk
and I can feel the gentle mist of spring lift
and dance a tune of your aroma in my nose.
You do not know how may times I have wanted
to share the fantasy of all my stars in the night.
Share all my moon dreams of romance.
Instead I must be silent as a stone.
Hard and cold like obsidian
You do not know the pain of loving you
in the deep dark dread of my silence.




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