Secret Formula

SECRET FORMULA She does not even know I am squinting at her From behind my newspaper As the train lurches across the points going home She has caught my eye and fulfils the secret Formula of ideal womanhood Which I carry in my head, like all men, But she does not know it And I am too shy to speak up as a stranger on a train So when she alights at the next station She will never know I existed But I shall always carry her memory in my head I may never find her again But I will always see her in my mind’s eye And she does not even know I am squinting at her.