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by Richard Vince

Maybe one day I'll find
The courage to actually tell her
How much she astounds me...
But not today. Even though
It's the last chance I'll get
For a while now. Maybe
She'll read this...
Then I won't have to.

She might not notice that
It's about her anyway,
Just like she didn't spot
The last few times I hinted
At how she makes me feel.

What I did to deserve
To have that luminous smile
Beamed in my direction I will
Never know...but I can't
See myself complaining really.
Nor will I raise an objection
Over the fact that I get
To lie back and bathe
In her voice fairly often.

I'll just carry on living
In the same way as I do now,
And enjoy that she's a part
Of my life, and be thankful
That I get to see her
At least occasionally.
After all, why would I want
To forfeit all the smiles
She unwittingly gives me
Whenever we exchange words?

There really is no reason
To change such a nice situation,
So I doubt that I'll ever
Reach across a table to take
Her hand, or look into her eyes
And tell her how she
Makes my heart melt and
My soul leap a thousand miles
Beyond the stratosphere.

So maybe I'll keep to the occasional
Reminder that she's beautiful,
And save everything else
For poetry and dreams.

06/18/2002

Posted on 06/18/2002
Copyright © 2019 Richard Vince

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