My Midnight Admirer

Victorian era.

Every night you are at my window

Why do you come?

What do you seek?

Is it me you have chosen to watch

Or am I just one stop of many?

 

Acting as if I am alone

How do you feel

Knowing I see you there

As I change into my evening wear

All the time

The curtains never quite shut

The window always cracked.

 

Are you a demon?

Are you an angel

Sneaking down from heaven?

Do you watch for fairies too?

 

And if you can read minds

You know I cannot think

Of anything but you

When men are flirting and

Asking me to dance.

I think of you watching

Brimming with jealousy

In hopes you may finally

slip through that crack.

 

Where are you now

That I am bathing in the tub

Taking in the evening air

Curtains fluttering in the wind.

Can you not see the sun?

Are you hiding in the clouds?

 

Will I find you in a dream

Where you tell me you aren't real?

Do you love me, dark stranger?

Are you what makes up the moon?

 

Am I but a moment of time

In your thousand-year life?

Will you remember me

When I am dead?

Or will you find Another

Sleeping in her bed?

 

I'll keep the candle lit

If you decide.

The window cracked

The curtains drawn

Just once

Please come

And kiss me goodnight.

Author's Note

Think Victorian era ;)

Reviews

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

A dark romance...Somehow in the beginning, we find something disgusting such that midnight admirer. But later on, you are used to his glances, that the time he was not there to do the usual things, you miss him.
So interesting write. Great concept. Keep it up.

[Anna Ivy]

Thank you :)

[Zach Knox]

I was thinking a Victorian feel to it as reading and then saw your note. Your poems have beauty and sadness in them I enjoy them

[Anna Ivy]

I'm really glad you like them :) and thank you for catching on to that! I can't help but choose that era for at least the aesthetics

[TJB]

A common story done well. Loved the wide spectrum of emotions used in such a short time all well connected.

[MoriartyMesa]

Anything from a dashing Lancer or a high born blood. This was very interesting, will be on the look out.

[Anna Ivy]

Thank you :) I'll be looking forward to your thoughts!

[Ezekiel Silver]

A compelling poem that expresses longing for love quite beautifully. Excellent work.

[Sydney Dreama]

This is very cool. I really like it. I like how haunting your poems are ( well from the two I have read).
Keep up the good work!

[Silent Wolf]

Nice poem. And then add in the victorian era, gosh this is just amazing. I don't read poetry very often, especially not when it was sent in a read request, but this caught my eye, so yeah. :3

[Anna Ivy]

I'm really glad you stopped to read and give a review! Makes me feel special ^^
Thank you very much :)

[Silent Wolf]

You're very welcome. :3

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Ohh, sweet and lovely... But creepy at the same time. Your thoughts indeed are worth pondering upon and I hope the midnight stranger will soon introduce himself to you, but if he's a stalker, report to the police rightaway. Haha. :)

[Anna Ivy]

Ha! Yes I don't believe I would be as welcoming as my character here. Maybe if I knew for certain that he wasn't a psycho stalker killer, then I MIGHT invite him in for tea ;)
Thank you for your review!

[Frieda P]

A bit of dark mystery here, sinister in the beginning to yearning for someone special to come pay a visit, is this chimera, wishful thinking or the pipe dream in the heart of a woman...lots of emotions going on here, very lovely read Anna.

[Anna Ivy]

Thank you for your review and insight! Makes me smile to recieve praise from an excellent writer such as yourself :D

[Vidushi Sharma]

Wow...!! This poem is entertaining and touching at the same time!! :-)

[Anna Ivy]

Thank you very much! That makes me happy ^^

[Vidushi Sharma]

your welcum :-)