Infatuated
One, two
Eyes like diamonds, peering at you.
Do you run, do you wait, or do you gaze upon his face.
To unfold all the mystery that he hides.
Is he friend, or is he foe
how to tell, you won't know.
But a feeling of novelty within abides.
While thoughts of intent or discontent, race through your mind.
The uniqueness that he bears,
with you he'll never share
And the untold roué of which you'll never know
And your final thoughts
was to just,
Let it go.
Copyright © Carlene Simpson | Year Posted 2016
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