The joy was in looking down at her
from the corner of my eye, as an
euphoric feeling gushed through my veins,
as an uncontrollable smile broke out,
and as a strange and silly giddiness took over,
I listened to my heart convincing me that it was love, it had to be love.
But the tragedy was that she'd never know.
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MUSE
PoetryHighest ranking : #45 in poetry "Muse" is just a short compilation of my writings which if you may like to can regard as poems and proses. This is a work of pure fiction, names and places used are completely fictional. (It may contain amateur wri...
