Stay awhile
come to
my window
have a glass of wine
you must see that
I think of you most
all of the time.
join me
in the garden
come sit and talk awhile
and I'll try to hide the fact
of what you're doing to me
with your smile.
stay awhile
but I warn you
never touch my hand
because then everything
I'm feeling you'd suddenly
easily understand.
©SamHarty
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