There She Is Over Their
there she is over there
sitting across the room
I see her here once a week
her and her beautiful bloom
she never smiles or look my way
I suppose she must be married
it's been a very long time
since this pain my heart has carried
I sneak glances at her
between peoples heads
and I know that this old feeling
it still feeds what must be feed
it's been so long since I wrote poetry
I guess she came just in time
what is god asking me
by sending her in my life
recipies have ingredences
and she's as sweet as pie
dark shades on her cheeks
and beautiful beautiful eye's
the terrible thought that she maybe
someone else's wife
only feeds the negative
the thing that plauges my life
And thus I end this piece
and for whom it has been written
for thus these fifteen minuts
that I have again been smitten.
Written just now watching her
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