About the Poem
I wrote this poem one Summers night after having a conversation with a friend of mine about a girl I liked. At the time she was the most amazing woman I had ever met and I found that I could open up to her on anything. I wrote this at about 4. 30 in the morning, after that conversation with my friend.
|by Aindréas Brennan|
He smiles to himself,
As he thinks of her,
Sitting alone in her kitchen,
She thinks of him too,
But little does he know it.
Both pass each other every day,
Without passing on the knowledge,
Of their inwardly turned love.
Time and time again it happens,
For who has the courage to say it first,
Or do they just enjoy,
Their secret love affair.