She colours when he looks her way,
a blush so fair to see.
They met upon a winter’s day,
but it was not to be.
He saw she had the sweetest heart.
She cared for him unasked, but
their lifelines were too far apart,
and their secret was unmasked.
Those who saw them, gossip spoke,
though the two of them were chaste.
Illicit friendship, up in smoke.
It’s said they had “no taste”.
When he saw her, ‘mongst her peers,
she preened for him alone.
Their disapproval brought her tears,
in private, and at home.
Regrets he had, and understood
perhaps what he had done.
Affection, and the common good,
were pitted, one on one.
He stayed away, for her own sake,
and waited for the day
that they might meet, by some mistake,
as in a tragic play.
Her chipmunk cheeks and Bambi eyes
beamed back at him in dreams.
And, Oh! That Soul! He ne’er denies
his own has been redeemed.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Really and deeply touched… A very relatable piece for me. Beautifully written.
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Thank you, Sushmita.
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This reminds me of a song from back in the 80’s “Secret Lover’s”, or- Romeo & Julliett. How two people who truly want to be together, but it simply is not that easy.
I loved this piece.
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My thanks…hurts a little to have written it.
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Personal experience I take it? I was there at that crossroad before too. And yes, it does hurt. 😦
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Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental…..
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Lovely and sad. I’m hoping …. : )
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