Not through the windows, or by secret means,
Like hidden cameras or a pinhole view,
But by observing when her head's in screens:
When phone, TV, and laptop take away
Awareness. I look up when she looks down
So I can see her when she is at play,
Her thumbs akimbo and a little frown
Creasing her forehead. I watch to see
The million ways that she is still the same
As when we courted. She won't notice me
Because she is absorbed within a game
But sometimes she'll look up, and catch my glance
And that is what I know of true romance.
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