There She Is Over Their

there she is over there sitting across the room I see her here once a week her and her beautiful bloom she never smiles or look my way I suppose she must be married it's been a very long time since this pain my heart has carried I sneak glances at her between peoples heads and I know that this old feeling it still feeds what must be feed it's been so long since I wrote poetry I guess she came just in time what is god asking me by sending her in my life recipies have ingredences and she's as sweet as pie dark shades on her cheeks and beautiful beautiful eye's the terrible thought that she maybe someone else's wife only feeds the negative the thing that plauges my life And thus I end this piece and for whom it has been written for thus these fifteen minuts that I have again been smitten. Written just now watching her