I Want Her

The most beautiful
I watch her
I want her

She walks quietly
Deep in thought
Never saying a word

Never looks my way
Doesn’t offer a word
I don’t exist

If her husband knew
I look at her
Would he take my head

They don’t seem one
Seem un-one
Am I seeing correctly

Always deep in thought
Connected to a distant reality
Only she can describe

If only she knew
I’m her distant reality
I want her 

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