Wistful Love
I remember when she looked at me
And the smiles that garnished her face
I always wondered if she could see
How she made my heart race
She was an exuberance that brought me joy
Even when I was sad or deeply depressed
But I made my best effort to always play coy
Always wondering what if I had confessed
I hadn't felt so strongly in such a long time
But she slipped away like sand in the breeze
To steal her affection would have been a crime
And now my heart has begun to freeze
Forevermore in my heart is to be wistful love
But the reality is I am not her destined dove
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2022
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