If at first you don’t succeed
She sat there in her finest bonnet
I was transfixed by her beauty
Dressed like a widow I thought…
I tried hard not to stare, how could I resist?
Looking at her as she stared back,
Teasing, twisting her long black hair.
Smiling and I looked away,I had to show a shy side,
Read what you will, but read between the lines this time….
No fantasy, no fable.
The train stops: I am hoping she looks back.
She leaps off and falls into the arms of another…
O bother, if only the other was me!