People Watching

Perhaps I am a frightful boor, But your looks were a visceral lure. I stopped and I stared. What if I had dared To ask your name? But I demurred. I'd have followed you without a thought By your face I was utterly caught: Like a fish in a net My whole world I'd forget, And misfortune would then be my lot People say it is bad to be shy. Maybe not, as your smile was a lie. Looking back I can see You are stronger than me. I'm glad I could not meet your eye