I’ve watched
You
from afar
Every morning
I do admire
Your
lovely stride
And
quirky
Attire.
Then you
disappear
Through that
Revolving door
Only to reappear
Roundabout four,
I work in the cafe
Across the street
Wishing one day
That we shall meet,
Ten years have gone by
Valentine’s Day is
Always the same,
Every year such
A shy and
crying shame,