Your black, silken hair rests gently
Upon your lovely brown shoulders
As you stand smiling before me.
Your beauty is so consuming,
And I feel inadequate as I watch you
Without exchanging words.
I feel a strong desire within
To reach out and hold you,
But your beauty makes me pause,
For fear that my advances
Might be misinterpreted,
Or perhaps ignored completely.
I suppose I should be happy
Just to see you so closely,
Although the longing I now feel
Makes me feel so empty.
I wish you could read my thoughts
And ease my lonely suffering
With advances of your own.
For now, just smile at me
As I admire your beauty from afar.
Aug. 3, 1982
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