In the fancy rooms where you shine bright,
I’m just a soul in the soft moonlight.
Your grace, like a star in the sky so vast,
But reaching you feels like an impossible task.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your smile, it glimmers, so far away,
In this world of yours, I struggle to say
How much you mean, how I admire from afar,
But in your circle, I feel like a distant star.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I write these words with hope in my chest,
Praying somehow they’ll help me express
The feelings inside, so deep and true,
Hoping you’ll see them and feel them too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But in this grand world where you stand tall,
I feel so small, like I might fall.
My love might seem too simple, too plain,
In the swirl of your world, it’s hard to explain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In my dreams, I find courage to speak,
But in reality, I’m timid and weak.
I wish I could tell you how much I care,
But in your high-class world, it’s hard to dare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I’ll keep this poem close to my heart,
A whisper of love, a gentle start.
Hoping one day, somehow, you’ll see,
That my love for you is real, and it’s meant to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by walking shadow poetry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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