I sit on this wooden chair,
Seeing you across the room,
The room seems brighter,
Whenever you're here,

Silent like the night,
Elegant as the moon,
A star amongst the sky,
Beyond reach, only to be seen

Like flowers in the park,
To be admired, but never kept,
Just a glance, nothing else
I'm okay with that

If only you knew
What I think of you
But my lips stay shut,
Only watching from afar
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