Sunday

Sunday morning beauty Comes into the room Much anticipation Excitement in full bloom Straightfaced and phlegmatic I cannot let her see That inside I'm ecstatic My heart and mind agree I'll look at her for moments A second, two, or three "I know you want to for much more but don't," says me to me Then later in the break room I'll make sure there's a chair That's open right near where I am And hope that she sits there So I can be close by her For precious extra time Then later at my thinking spot I'll put it into rhyme It's a way for me to tell her In writing what I think Another way's recording With a smile and a wink