Unscratched itch

I have a weakness for golden blond hair, and light shade of blue in mascara eyes, that new recruit in office next door, I brushed past her as I came up a floor, and she is got them, she is got them, She has bloody got them… all of them!! four decades into life, still out for a mate, with a good job, house, a car.. well rich! that girl next door could be my unscratched itch! opportunity knocks they say but once, I have to look at this with a magic lens! there must be a way I could speak with her, may be an official call, a business deal? may be pretend I walked in to wrong office? may be go and try their brand of coffee? but a morning came when God had better plans, Walking to my door who should I see waiting there? the golden blond goddess all on her own!! million gun shots could not have stunned me more, I smiled to say a happy hello but sounded like Eeyore! She returned the smile with radiance of sunrise, And killed me with a surprise handshake - “Hanna”! I shook her hand, and must have said my name, Wished shaking hands could be a lifelong game, but she soon disengaged and said if she could come in? She was changing jobs and moving to our office!! God is kind and in his wisdom, He arranges jobs too! Itches come, and itches go, some high, some low! but an itch of the heart is hard to reach, there are no fingers to go deep and scratch! So my unscratched itch that I bore with fortitude, would it be resolved? thank His heavenly grace! We spoke with eyes and professed with our smiles, All was looking good till the boss spoke one evening, he was marrying Hanna, and next week was wedding!! and my unscratched itch? well, it will remain!! Who said goddess?? that bloody b**ch!!