Love Under a Hidden View
to begin it held a sense of impossible,
a hopeless feeling with bright eyes.
a missing year or two in the air,
a difference both seemingly realized.
A few spoken words gave a new hope,
a flirtatious atmosphere set in.
a hidden glance above a small smile,
a message to change what had been.
in a night, one shall always remember
they danced to a beat of their own souls.
a shared memory upon their lips,
a fairly new hand for theirs' to hold.
to a new feeling in her heart brought on,
a steady rhythm beating on her chest.
a blush against her light pink cheeks,
a sweet poem that her heart suggests.
under a comfy feeling of warmth,
her heart sings a soft new tune.
one to remind her of his light, bright eyes,
a memory to be lost unfairly soon.
a love hidden within shared whispers,
to which they only keep to each other.
a low voice with trembling hands,
a pull so strong to one another.
a wish upon a fast falling star,
to be his one, to hold him close.
a touch of fingers in a darkened room,
a connection of which no one knows.
careful not to make a single sound,
hidden and quiet, they love kindly.
for no care of the wild world around,
their love perches on a sense of beauty.
not all great things stay meant to be,
a tree even begins to wither.
his eyes stay bright near the end,
hers, full of hope, endless wonder.
after a time of unforgiving admiration,
a lovely journey of new adventure.
sadly ends upon her hearts denial,
a last page reads of what they were.
she moves from one place to a new,
a chapter of life awaits to be seen.
his home stays behind her silhouette,
a king watches his lovely, parting queen.
alone under a dim, clouded full moon,
she wishes her love the best.
he sits under the same starry night,
with a feeling all people detest.
an end to a quiet romance of young,
hands held without view of prying eyes.
the love gives a last, lingering stare,
as the two mutter their last goodbyes.
Copyright © Tyra Moore | Year Posted 2019