Crowded Room
Even in a crowded room,
She has my full attention,
Like anything we want too soon,
Too scared to make a mention...
Just secrets I keep to myself,
So the thought always excites me,
In a diary upon the shelf,
That's awaiting her revising...
The music's filling up each space,
As she walks in my direction,
And my heart cannot keep up the pace,
As our eyes make a connection...
So the patrons standing wall to wall,
Are unaware so its surprising,
That they don't notice anything at all,
Just the temperature that's rising...
So even in a crowded room,
The people that has seen us,
Disappear within the loom,
Like stitching that's between us...
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