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Whispers Unheard

The exchanging looks, a secret delight,

A hidden feeling, that I hold tight.

The silent whisper, a wish to say,

A heartfelt message, locked away.

In your presence, my heart beats fast,

A nervous thrill, that surely will last.

I search for words, but none come to mind,

A shy silence, that I hope you'll unwind.

Perhaps someday, I'll find the courage true,

To speak my heart, and tell you anew.

Until then, know that you're always near,

A gentle hope, that calms my fear.
            
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