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“I wait with silent passion for one gesture, one glance from you.” Rumi
I can feel you watching and
if I turn around I know I’ll catch you
pretending not to but we never
say a word to spoil this endless
covert game we lovers play.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Awesome
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Thank you so much Luisa 🙂
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Love Rumi’s “silent passion” … tinderbox, just waiting to be lit … your poem captures that so well.
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Well, in that case it worked and I’m sop glad to know that, thank you so much for sharing your reaction Dawn.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Oooh!
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🙂 Indeed 🙂
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🙂
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Smooth, sultry, loved it 👏🏻
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Thank you very much John, glad it spoke to you 🙂
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I prefer watching my wife in everyday life when she feels unobserved. But maybe this was about something else…
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A mixture of motives really, that watching which takes in the other.
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Loved it. Thank you. Jay
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Thank you so much Jay 🙂
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Ahh! the game.
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Absolutely Rupali 🙂
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Much appreciated Charles.
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My pleasure!!!
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I suspect you are a romantic at heart, Paul. Thanks for sharing your lovely lines.
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Absolutely Patricia, it’s in my DNA 🙂
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Beautiful 😄❤️
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🙂
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Sounds a bit naughty
… but nice 👀
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Ah yes, the nice side of naughty, I like that.
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