Crush
Shall anyone tell me who she is?
For I haven't seen a maid so bliss.
As she walked into the moonlit night
The celestes looked much less bright.
Her cascades made her look so quaint,
I looked the other way lest I faint.
The calmness of her innocent face,
Seemed to have the Master's grace.
Her eyes, so deep in its stare,
I certainly not would look to dare.
Her poise and her eloquent gait,
God knows if I'm worth her fate.
All my wilderness I did get rid,
Looked straight into her eyes I did.
Instantly did our gazes lock,
For how long, only knows the clock.
She stood there, and gave a smile,
I felt mesmerized for quite a while.
But since time and tide waits for none,
My adorable love, she soon was gone.
As she went past, she turned around,
I still stood there, felt dumbfound.
Don't know if we'll ever meet again,
Till that happens will bear the pain.
Each of us knows how we feel,
Yet she won't say it, nor I will.
For some things are better felt not said,
Like words that aren't written but can be read.
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