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

[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 :)

[Chris]

A gothic romance... hidden, forbidden, foreboding themes.

[Anna Ivy]

I tried ;)

[Chris]

It worked well

[MikeV]

Beautiful! I loved the imagery, and how you welcomed
him whenever he was ready. Kinda creepy but awesome :)

[Anna Ivy]

Thank you very much!
And yes, yes... It is creepy ^^

[wordwarrior]

Beautifully penned and yes I think in that era, that's exactly how they would feel and think.
Bravo, loved the emotional feel of this, that longing and yearning.
Write on!

[Anna Ivy]

Thank you!!!

[Anna Ivy]

Yes you share my idea on how a Victorian would have acted. Being under so much pressure to fit a perfect mold, especially for women, would have either made them terrified, or more welcoming to something strange and unknown.

[wordwarrior]

Very true!

[Mehak Mushtaq]

A very beautiful poem. Very well done.

[Anna Ivy]

Thank you very much :)

[zainul]

I enjoyed your wonderful piece.
Appreciate your efforts to be Victorian.

[Anna Ivy]

Thanks! I don't know technicalities of the Victorian era, still learning, but I love its aesthetic qualities.

[zainul]

You are most welcome.
I hope your efforts will bear fruits soon.
Thanks for sharing.