Secret Desire
It started one day in the springtime,
A flower was placed on her chair,
With out a note, no reason or rhyme,
Nobody knew from whom or where,
He told himself, it could never be,
She would never be interested in him,
And it was more than easy enough to see,
The chance for love was less than slim,
For he was just a working Joe,
And she was from a different class,
There was no way that she could know,
He viewed her through a looking glass,
Yet unbeknownst to him, it appears,
That she was also sad and lonely,
Between her own contradictions and fears,
Still looking for her one and only,
He snuck the flowers every now and then,
And she would pick them up and smile,
Though she didn’t know just how or when,
He enjoyed seeing her happiness for a while,
Then one day he got up the mettle,
Though he didn’t let her know it was he,
But a single rose with pink colored petals,
Placed on her desk with this simple decree,
“I have wondered for what seems like forever,
And I’ve worried you would push me away,
Should I get up the nerve and endeavor?
If I were to ask you out, what would you say?
Forgive me for being presumptuous,
But I must finally be bold and inquire,
For I no longer want to be anonymous,
Because; you are my Secret Desire.'
For the Brain Tease Challenge
'B E E N W E T' = Between
In my poem: 'Secret Desire'
From The 'Desires' Series
By Tracey
© 2011 Tracey
(All rights reserved)
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