Behind closed doors
I may burn candles and incense
and draw pictures of flowers.
When convinced that I am alone
I have been known to daydream
of springtime and firesides.
In the company of strangers
I will argue the value of love songs
and flirt shamelessly with a shy guest.
Sitting by myself in the sun
I will get up to play with children
I have never seen before.
Sometiems at night
I secretly wish upon the early star
and send the sky my dreams.
And even though I won't admit it
I sometimes write poetry for you
and quietly kiss you goodnight.
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