A Secret Love

She visits me in my dreams,
A young girl I have no right to think of,
To everyone it seems
I'm just a dirty old man,
That's what they'd say,
I know I've had my day
But in my heart I'm just twenty years old
And her beauty nearly wipes me out.
I keep it to myself,
I'm just grateful I can even think of her.
There's no-one else
I feel for quite like this,
I'll never kiss
Her lovely face,
I'll never know such bliss!

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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