Trodding

 Sitting by your side

Your spirit touches me

Suspecting infatuation

I trod so sheepishly

Amazed by your beauty

Frightened by your being

Longing for familiarity

To know what I am seeing

Silently I whisper all that I long to say

Knowing that it will have to wait for another day

Happy for the moment

sitting by your side

 Your light shining on me

There is nowhere left to hide.....

 

 

 

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