The Admirers
During the night, in a lake of dismay,
A boat of lights crawls with may
To engulf a person with hope and will
Sealing them to make sure they are still,
Tunes of greeting broke free
As they danced by the light's spree
With wide smiles upon their faces
No tennis player could ever ace
Thoughts of that person played in someone's mind
Remembering the moments spent with that friend;
The times they ran together
Racing the wind and became light as a feather
The times the sun shone on their faces
As they hiked mountains and climbed trees
The time laughs filled their spirits
Where the air was filled with humors
No one is left alone without thoughts
For they are always in the minds of their secret admirers
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