CRUSH'S POV
In the hush of town where shadows waltz,
A gentle secret, my heart exalts.
A silent admirer in the hidden tide,
A young man's gaze, where my world resides.
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In fleeting moments and stolen glances,
I sense his presence, like shy romances.
His eyes, a quiet whisper in the crowd,
A myriad of feelings, soft and proud.
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His quiet steps echo in my sphere,
A dance of longing drawing near.
His silence, a canvas painted with care,
In the unspoken, a tale we both share.
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I catch his gaze, a butterfly's flight,
A secret flutter, delicate and light.
In the language of his eyes, I find,
A quiet narrative, intertwined.
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His heart beats softly in the night,
A dream of holding me so tight.
Yet, words unsaid linger in the air,
A silent wish, a quiet prayer.
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In the garden of his hidden bloom,
A precious secret begins to loom.
I wonder if he dreams of me,
In the silent crush, where hearts roam free.