To be with you every moment
Is love, impossible,
But possible all the same.
Hovering above the roof,
I see you plant the pansies,
One by one, resting in
between,
Letting the sun hit your
face.
My eyes watch through the
window
As you comb your hair
Differently from when I am
next to you.
My tiny eyes flit around you
As you sweep, me wishing
I could surprise you with a
kiss
On the nape of your neck.
I never doubt your fidelity
As I watch the sweetest
little gestures
That keep you, unknowing,
Every moment near me.
And me in love, hovering.
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