Dear Ma'am

Let me begin by saying,
A heart in your office is left swaying,
When the elevator dings at around nine,
When your scent before you arrives.

Wafting past my aisle,
Drifting beyond my seat,
Shampoo and Conditioner galore,
Your presence fills the floor.

Around March, I got lucky,
When your computer caught fire,
You vacated your cabin, and
Moved to the cubicle next to mine.

Even if for a week,
It was worth the entirety,
Of the time I have invested in your venture,
Of the time I shall spend in the future.

Kindly allow me this poem,
A message I will never send across to you,
Subject-less, impertinent,
Never shall your inbox receive, my words so true.

Regards and Thanks,
For letting heart slip into work,
For though this may never come true,
My feelings I shall never shirk.

Yours sincerely,
Mute eternally,

Arjun