The Secret Admirer
A dream never had.
An idea never thought.
Laughter never shared.
A gift never bought.
Words never spoken.
A vision untried.
Sounds never heard.
Sensations locked inside.
Chances not taken.
Feelings not felt.
Adventurous spirits
placed on the shelf.
Wine in the bottle.
Candles unlit.
At a table for two,
sits one with regrets.
An unanswered question
that never was asked.
Fear and uncertainty
were by apathy masked.
The girl of my dreams
is with the man of hers.
She'd known him only a week,
but he had the nerve.
No reason to ask,
can't you see.
She'd never say yes,
or would she?
written 7-31-98
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