He is so sweet
so delicious
yet so shy
He can wink
with one eye
and can run really fast
Makes her smile without doing
anything. Makes her day
when he sits next to her
Her voice sings
and laughs. Her
little feet dance
Let's invite them over!
They are not your friends, I said
They will be when the others are not around
I can try but what if they say no?
Ask the friends first. When they say yes, he will come too
the child said, innocence glimmering in her eyes
Weaving her web big
and wide, just to draw
the boy to her
Who does not know she is many things
who shrugs off her worship
whose apathy stings
She is undeterred
She is in no hurry
She is the crouching spider
Alas, the day comes as she beholds him in the web
of conceit, threading his arms and legs
keeps him from scaling the tower of her heart
He, who does not know she is many things
who shrugs off her worship
whose spectral gaze echoes to the beating of her pumping organ
In the proud tower of her heart
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