Dreaming awake

Love, contagious to all living,
But I was healthy,
Or at least I thought I was.
March was the month,
I became shy, vulnerable and
Dreaming awake.
Of being, laughing, and talking,
With you.
I couldn't though.
I did stare, starve and sigh,
At your looks.
Yet I did not touch,
You were too far from my clutch.
I had one chance,
But I let it go to the next flower.
In this Spring month,
I let you go.

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Eh.. doesn't love suck? This is just a little comment from the ammature poet.. me. True story.. I had the chance to get one guy I know... thought.. was the one.. but.. hey.. some people are just faster then me.