Though we've never had a conversation before,
I've always thought you were a very handsome man.
I may only have enough courage to write about you
because the thought of knowing you don't think of me like that would tear my heart in half.
It's just every time I pass by you,
you have the look of intrigue only your beautiful eyes could tell me.
Your firm voice so sweet, yet manly,
melt my heart and makes me want to talk to you more.
Your vigorous walk steady like an oak tree,
but graceful in the way you make it look so easy.
I wouldn't mind you holding me at night
in the coldest winter.
Your muscular arms, a sweet whisper in my ear,
and long-lasting sleep.
There really isn't much I could do unless I
knew for sure you were like me.
Until then, I'll be walking past you to
catch a glimpse of your brown eyes and
hopefully, a conversation to just listen to your voice.
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