Expectations

a gust of wind... an awkward glance, nervous... I shuffle near unaware, she strolls through the wind.... hair of gold gracious, she stirs, propinquity.... she never stops to notice, my strength builds to approach.... a jasmine eloquence I ponder intently.... a crowd.... I hover in distance, her voice in hymn.... does she see my passion eye.... may I, by chance, reach her demesne In forfeit I submit.. with nerves blooming, with cautious voice, she breaths I reach out my hand.... She speaks, "a pleasure my precious, I.... am Expectations...."