Tuesday, March 8, 2016
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
She loves him with a love profound,
but not that well-expressed.
The sweetness sings inside her heart
but rarely leaves her chest.
She is too plain and he too fair.
How dare she seek his favor?
Ah, but he smiles…traces her face…
seizes her lips to savor.
She rides a seesaw of emotion,
coupled, yet alone.
Behind her dusky eyes she yearns
to be more fully known.
Unnerved, she pens a love note,
words that she has longed to say,
traps them inside an envelope,