From my window view each morning,

I watch as she walks by…

Through busy people walking past,

It is she… that draws my eye.

She comes by every morning,

On her way to who knows where…

My mind is full wonder,

For as I can only stare.

If I could only talk to her,

A meeting just in chance…

So many questions I would ask,

And pray … the moment last.

But this I fear will never be,

My desire, mine to bare…

For I am bound to only watch for her…

From the confines of this chair.

Antony King 2018

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