As you sit next to me, so close yet so many worlds away,
I feel more for you with each new day.
I’m afraid to look at you, for fear of giving myself away.
Sometimes I think maybe you try to get a look at me.
Or is that just my fantasy?
Am I just leading myself on, just like I’ve always done?
Or are you actually the one?
I wish I could ask you.
I wish I knew, just what it was I was getting myself into.
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Greetings Meghan – I’m pleased you survived your adolescence. I have a sneaking suspicion I’m still engaged in mine…
I invite you to stop by Image & Verse for a visit, or just to say hello.
…rob