Though we not meant to be
I miss your eyes and smile.
I'm always glad to see
Your posture, grace and style.
Though you aren't mine I apt
To glance without hope
At you, like piece of art,
Behind the velvet rope.
Though I'm not yours, but now
While we are miles away
My mind and tongue thaw
To speak things I can't say.
Though we not meant to be
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