Amy's Glance
It's not an admirable trait
Jealousy
Though if I'm true, yes powerless over my state
Jealous
Of tiny panes of glass' faint reflection
Envious
Their sussurate echo searing thoughts of their coveted direction
Oblivious
Without knowingly sparking a pandemonius spectacle
A sight
Inspiration to wandering daydreams of letting lips to neck tickle
Too far?
A far glance, eye to eye
Will have to satisfy
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