Pure Fantasy
Her blouse clings to her like rain on a rose petal
Hanging, seeming to be lively in its own way
Little does she know, the effect of this appearance
As my mind wanders to thoughts of us at play
Her walk, as she goes past me each morning
Is one of confidence, a strong purely natural air
As her head is held high, like a walk of etiquette
Conveys she is a person of style, class and of flair
I, I will watch her from this safe distance
As getting any closer could only raise a stir
But each day, seeing this beauty, this woman
I can’t get my mind on work, as it seems to be on her
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