When she passes by it,

His heart erupts in riot…

The heart throbs,

It’s the hardest of jobs

At that point in time to keep quiet!

Been through it all before,

Each time she walks for the door…

I helped for a time

She needed mine,

A wheelchair pushing chore.

Cherishing each look,

but doing things by the  book…

Forbidden love

For an unknowing dove,

Remains for him a closed book!

Now nearly every day

His heart is stolen away…

Despite facts

He always acts

As if there were nothing to say.

(Nothing to say…!)

–Jonathan Caswell

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