In a quiet town where shadows play,
A young man hides his heart away.
A silent crush, a hidden flame,
In tender whispers, he calls her name.
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Through crowded streets and quiet lanes,
He follows her, invisible chains.
A dance of glances, a furtive gaze,
In secret corners, his love stays.
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Her laughter, like a gentle stream,
Flutters his heart, a quiet dream.
In the echo of unspoken words,
A symphony of feelings, goes unheard.
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Yet, in his heart, the emotions swell,
A tale of love he longs to tell.
But fear and shyness tightly bind,
The words he keeps locked inside.
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In the stillness of the moonlit night,
He dreams of holding her so tight.
A silent wish upon a star,
That she might see, from afar.
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The crush, a flower yet to bloom,
A secret garden in the quiet gloom.
He watches, waits, and hopes someday,
His silent crush will find its way.