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.
This poemreminded me of a specific Nescafe Gold ad series, we saw in our advertising class. It showed 2 neighbours come together out of their love for coffee..and then..ahem!
Really Sweet Though!! *sniff*