Secret Admirer Poem by Micha Memory Asime

Without words;
I wove my thoughts and feelings,
Into oblivion.

Without passion;
My tears and blood,
I impact.

They say,
First love is instincts.
And I believe so now...
For my love for words
Has always been.

But yet now
Even as my heart reaches out,
Others glide in it.

Secret admirer in the shadows
Oh'in and ah'in
But pleasures so
I do not receive, never bestowed on me.

Without doubt;
My secret admirers,
Thinking of me
But thy heart with another.