By Her Window.

Admiring yourself in that velvet dress, you suddenly look past the mirror, at me

Flushed of course as I am, colors bursting at the seams, if only I could let you see

But you look past me at the first rain of the summer, yet approaching me, overpowering me with your scent than mine

For I am the wallflower hanging by your window and you have the power to make me feel

~A~