Shadow Lover
I watch her from a distance,
Perhaps behind some trees.
No courage in that instance;
No balance in my knees.
I'd never hazard speech,
Nor risk a whispered word.
Lunacy would never reach
A notion so absurd.
My tangled tongue could only pull,
A mangled, muttered mess.
And then she'd count me as a fool,
A simpleton, or less.
Were I a fancy talker,
I'm sure that she'd be mine,
But here I stand a stalker,
And not her valentine.
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