I watched him through half closed eyes
Day after day, of him, I fantasied
I craved a touch, a smile or two
anything to sate my need, a better view
He never knew how much I cared
I never told, I didn't dare
He was totally innocent, so unaware
of my longing, aching despair
He worked nearby, yet never realized
how much I loved him and fantasied
He never heard my painful, silent cries
As I watched him through half closed eyes
Copyright (c) 2002 by Gwen Dickerson
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Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2002
Shyness & fear of rejection spoil lots of would-be romances. Great write.
Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2002
Everyone has been there...you've done an excellent job of expressing it!
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on November 13, 2002
Wow, this is powerful. Do difficult to keep quiet but even more so to tell. Loved this.
Regretting our sins of omission - you speak to so many of us.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on November 3, 2002
Oh gee Gwen ... I hate it when I see this happen. What might have been or could have been with only a word from your lips. Bill
Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J (Reader)
Reviewed on November 2, 2002
You got to tell him Gwen. so much passion and longing should not be supressed. He may be dreaming of you himslef. who knows:) :):)
Love from India - Joel -
Reviewed by Calendula Petal
Reviewed on November 2, 2002
makes the day so much more interesting though doesnt it. In my case, I can fantasise all day, but they will still go for my gorgeous young work mate who sits next to me.......lol
lovely write.
Reviewed by Margie Hess (Reader)
Reviewed on November 2, 2002
wouldn't the work day be horrible without someone like this to fill the hours...good write..be brave, pat him on the ass someday when he walks past
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Love from India - Joel -
lovely write.
tell him
josie