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With Roses
註釋We all may not ever have one, we think, but there's no denying everyone one of us has been a secret admirer. We, more often, never get to tell that person how strongly we truly, madly, deeply "love" them. Thus, we tend to commit to poetry our romantic notions as the most telling means of what we want to say to them, hoping those we hold affection for will be able to read between the lines and somehow guess our feelings accurately enough, so we don't have to risk the failure of rejection. Ah, yes - as for the author, just as for you too, how the heart thusly aches as we painstakingly wonder why that person who's caught our eye is on our mind day and night. We like everything we think we know about them. But the term, "secret admirer," seems to fit just right because our feelings are fanciful, putting the object of them on a pedestal. We don't want to topple it over by disclosing our feelings to who we have them for out of fear they'll be unrequited, or, worse yet, a disappointing letdown. To us then, we're content to let our so called "relationship" with them become never any better than how it is we've imagined it to be in our dreams. This little volume of poetry, therefore, is intended by the author as an expression of those feelings we've all had, yet not always been courageously able to share.