Whispers of the Silent Crush (1)

In a quiet town where shadows play,

A young man hides his heart away.

A silent crush, a hidden flame,

In tender whispers, he calls her name.

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Through crowded streets and quiet lanes,

He follows her, invisible chains.

A dance of glances, a furtive gaze,

In secret corners, his love stays.

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Her laughter, like a gentle stream,

Flutters his heart, a quiet dream.

In the echo of unspoken words,

A symphony of feelings, goes unheard.

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Yet, in his heart, the emotions swell,

A tale of love he longs to tell.

But fear and shyness tightly bind,

The words he keeps locked inside.

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In the stillness of the moonlit night,

He dreams of holding her so tight.

A silent wish upon a star,

That she might see, from afar.

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The crush, a flower yet to bloom,

A secret garden in the quiet gloom.

He watches, waits, and hopes someday,

His silent crush will find its way.