Single Time Poem by Margaret Young
Single Time
Every single time I think,
I slightly tilt my head and sigh.
I wonder what you're doing,
Then sneakily look with my eyes
I quickly turn back, as if there were nothing,
But deep inside, I feel butterflies tingling.
I imagine, I dream, I assume
Hoping that your true self would bloom.
I ponder all thoughts, and the impossible too,
Waiting and listening just for you.
(11/19/13)
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8/28/2026 1:28:32 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
It's a good one and yes, I have liked it.