As She Walks By

As she walks down the subway, Through the hustle and bustle of life, She passes me by Like a Johnny-head-in-the-air Thinking of trivial matters That occupy her day and night. Hey you, my darling, I'm looking at you Am I so insignificant That you don't notice I love you so? As she walks in the meadow, I see her in the wane moonlight Smiling and dreaming Of astral combinations, Of capricious yearnings, And romantic volitions. Soon she approaches the silvery lake Listens in sublimity The faint ripples of the waves As they kiss the lichen-lined shore. As she walks through the lonely gate I see her shiver with cold. A north light breeze rattles the trees Ruffles the dying leaves That hang limp on maple trees. I stand still, mesmerized by her beauty Vow ever to be true As I wait on the porch for her return. As she walks up the winding path She suddenly realizes I'm looking at her, Smiling and hoping she'll finally be mine. True to her feelings she strolls into my arms, Embracing and hugging me, Kissing and sighing and finally she's mine; Definitely all mine.