A little lady with golden shimmering sheaves,
In and out, in and out she tours
Out the door she gently leaves,
And in she comes back once more.

A man of no consequence stands
In one place never moving,
Except when his hair demands
That it needs some smoothing.

Poles apart it seems,
Proximity of the highest degree,
A thought only in dreams,
When will they both see.

In and out, in and out she goes
Leaving auras of glowing light,
He not knowing as he tip toes
That his love his just and right.

Infatuation a feeling that wrenches,
A thought far above,
He his destined to inhabit the benches,
While others fall in love.