HEART THROB
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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!
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Been through it all before,
Each time she walks for the door…
I helped for a time
She needed mine,
A wheelchair pushing chore.
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Cherishing each look,
but doing things by the book…
Forbidden love
For an unknowing dove,
Remains for him a closed book!
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Now nearly every day
His heart is stolen away…
Despite facts
He always acts
As if there were nothing to say.
(Nothing to say…!)
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–Jonathan Caswell