She walks in the other room
I steal a glance as she passes
and she does not know I watch
Our worlds collide daily
we stay engaged, living together,
talking through the day-to-day
It is so easy to get lost in
loving the person that she is
with me, the wit, the banter
But it is only in glimpses and glances
that I catch her in a passing eye
and feel the same for her, alone.
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