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.
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