Like a breath of fresh air -
A zephyr, young and fair;
Raven haired, but dyed for flair;
Intense eyes - piercing, bovine stare.
Refreshing intelligence, with wit to match;
Nubile and sensual - Oh, what a catch!

But alas! for this old fool,
All his charms make him appear such a tool!
Sly remarks and innuendo abound;
Even though she's amused, she must be bound
To think, while flattered, that this ****
Is an occupational hazard of a hospitality job.

So this fool shall be content to make her smile
And suppress his profound feelings for the while,
Until the beautiful, youthful flower blossoms, ripe
To be plucked by one with a romantic stripe
And if it be not he who pens this tripe
Then he should be happy and not snipe.

Realising, though broken hearted, that he
Should never have competed for the heart of she
That is destined for success in whatever field she applies
Her dazzling charms and wily smarts, while he cries
For the Valentine he failed to impress
With his basal humour and flirtatious address.