Its Not much but...
I look,I stare,
A step back, I take a straining glare,
the brightness of thy spirit;so blinding,abundantly warm,
how I wish I could hold your arm,
My meekness prevents,I therefore look.
I have much to say;Not much a chance do I have,
But despite it all,I hold hope undeniable,
Ashamed I am not f,for an honest expression I portray,
This is my love,it's not much but...I still stare and look from afar.
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