She Knows Not Me
In words written is us unknown
In fondness ours for her has grown
The need to kiss lips never kissed
Our yearn to hold much more so missed
She does not know we read her work
Like a small child behind we lurk
Behind a screen where type we do
Like her in dreams we hold fast to
Each paragraph describes her ways
While sitting back my heart will stray
For just a while longing a place
Mesmerized, in warm embrace
Her heart broken will mend I know
For in my hands pieces I'll show
What's left of ours that need her hands
To place upon this love lost man
She knows not me who reads and feels
Like her, this pain so very real
In words written born of two hearts
That once knew love now torn apart
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