My Love
My best friend
That is what
I call him
Within in his
Earshot
Privately,
I call him
Something
Much more
Intimate:
My Love
Constantly
Admiring
but always
From afar
Always dreaming,
Ever hoping
That one day
He would
Return my
Feelings.
But 'tis
A dream and nothing more
Copyright © Chelsea Klotz | Year Posted 2010
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