You have a mystique about you.
Quiet and devilishly handsome.
I know you and yet I don't.
I want to know you, but probably shouldn't.
This crush, I have carried quietly
for years now.
I'd enjoy the view from afar
never knowing how to engage you.
We did not travel in the same circles.
You were never aware of me.
Our circles have become linked by a common interest.
You know me now, and yet you don't.
Allow me to bask in your quiet presence a while
so we may know each other better.
For a crush is based on looks and assumptions.
Disillusion me with your true self
so I may crush no more.
Instead, let it be replaced
with a genuine fondness of you.
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