as peepers watch they share the love
with each new word unfurled
sweet tidings raining from above
before the gazing world

but do I pry, should I spy
on other hearts' words rendered?
that is to say, am I in the way?
for not to me, are they tendered

tasty pinch of another's soul
furtive peek into their room
lips moist, eavesdroppingly patrol
the joy others share, or gloom

ever the case, tis hard to erase
the pictures framed in my mind
but they little care, do the unaware
in search of their love, to find