A morning it is, bright and true,
When she passes by the window view,
I watch her as the sun does, only risen for a while,
Her walk meandering, resembling the Nile.
The distance means not much, I see her clear,
Heart in upheaval, on watching its dear
Pass by on silent trots, smiling at the sun,
And I, in envy, bereft of the fun.
She pauses; a smile does she bring,
Silent in the distance, heart bells ring,
In applause or awe, at the beauty to behold,
One moment shy, another moment bold.
Silent affections, unsaid but true,
Echo the message to across the view,
Her shadows play trance, bow in the distance,
And a heart in glee over seeming acceptance.
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