How our thoughts
Clouded by
Morning mist
Pervading sigh

Spilling whiteout
On a love note

Thief steals in
Dormer window
Just to fall
Two flights below

Invitation lost
Or expired last week
All refusals feared
Turning other cheek

Tell her everything
Never to her face
Conversation light
Lest she leave in haste

Swimming endlessly
In those two blue pools
Telling everyone
That we're playing cool

Let the eyes caress
That's a subtle tip
Never touch her face
Never kiss her lips

Such a high bar raised
Neck is craned above
Weary heart knows how
Not to be in love

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