Poem 1- Iris

You do not understand the thrill I have,

 Looking through the one-way window. 

The insatiable desire to see you,

 Yet remain hidden from afar. 

My eyes are like camera lenses, zooming in and out,

 Capturing each scene, etching them in my memory.

 What your sight does not see, your heart does not suffer.

Mine acts like a violent parade drummer.

 Yet you cannot hear its most violent pounds,

 For you remain distant—untouched, unaware.