With halted breath he saw her there
He didn’t mean to stop & stare
But such beauty, demure & sweet
Caused the heart to miss a beat
Pulse was racing, blood was heating
Wondered how to affect a meeting

Should it be a cheesy line
A bunch of flowers - a glass of wine
He approached her - his mind a quiver
Felt his body start to shiver
His stomach now, begins to flutter
Then he really starts to stutter

Excuse me miss, - he began like this
But soon his voice became a hiss
Carry on, - his brain did urge him
Then at once his courage failed him
Excuse me miss he uttered again
The moment had gone…..this was plain

So young sirs when you go wooing
You really have to practice cooing
Nothing comes to the faint of heart
You really have to act the part
If you wish, to sweep off her feet
A nice young lady demure & sweet.