By Sydney ____________________________
I know a little about love.
I just know that in every prayer
I speak to my Lord,
your name always comes after my parents’.
My friends know a lot about your kindness.
Every page in my book is written
about how your gentle smile
wins my heart.
Maybe I know a little about love,
but I know how it feels
to quietly wish for someone
without ever asking them to stay.
I don't know where this feeling will go,
or if it will ever become something more.
But if love is simply
wanting someone to be happy,
even from afar,
then maybe
I know a little more than I thought.
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