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The Shy Guy From Last Bench

Late to catch up,
The sleepy eyes never were that lively,
To catch those hovering eyes or those short glances,
Short glances that were stolen,
Midst of the crowd; were evasive.

Warned and was told,
The beautiful thief,
Ever so ready; was hiding,
Never realized; taken for granted,
Sleepy eyes now seek.

Seeking in the crowd,
The thief finally; foreseen,
Adorable and life,
One of a kind,
And a life deep inside.

Never took for granted,
Loved those glances you stole,
You’re special; you’re me,
Keep turning back; though I would’ve been faded,
The shy guy from the last bench; sends a bundle of loving glances.

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