Doesn’t want to; tries to hide it
Knows it can never be this way
She catches it on the breezeHe lies awake, his eyes shut tight
Bouncing from leaf to gossamer leaf
Each one dripping his frustrated tears
Through her open window, she knows, she hears
Cannot deny the way he feels
Loath to fight wrong over right
Forbidden love, she moansHer every line, her curves
Praying though that it could be so
Tossing, turning, yearnings sincere
Through his open window, he knows, he hears
He traces through his memory
She shivers, her passion stirs
Floating on the wind to her, his touch, his kiss
As one their bodies sensuous
Sway far away and so near
Through their open windows, they know, they hear
2007
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