A person watching his lover through the window from outside.

I cautiously peek in,

Your standing on the other side.

I am getting cold,

You are warming by the fire.

I try to hide,

In the bushes from the moon.

You peel your clothes off,

I cant stay here for ever.

I think I love you,

I dont know how to begin,

Standing here watching you,

On the outside looking in.

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  • willie wondka on Sep 19, 2009

    lol sounds like a stalker, my stalker poem is not far off what you wrote, good poem.

  • tfried on Sep 19, 2009

    Hey, you know. You gotta pass the time somehow. LOL.

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