I am in love with a little angel
Who I see at the bus
stop each day
It’s been more than a
year now
But I can never find
the words to say
And if I could, should
I say them?
Or should I keep my
feelings to myself
Never speaking my love
aloud
And spend my lifetime
on the shelf
Maybe someday I will
tell her
Of the deep love that
I conceal
But I think that she will laugh at me
If I dared to tell her how I feel.
So, each morning I
will smile
At my sweet angel so petite
And not speak to her
of love
But stare nervously at
my feet
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