The girl

I saw her in the hall today
yet she does not even glance my way.

Inside I feel hurt and bruised.
But my love for her keeps me well mused.

It is this feeling that I cannot explain but i know that tomorrow I will see her again.

She walks along with such elegance it causes the wealthy to recompense.

Here she comes, right through the main fence
but does not stop with her usual gents.
For now shes facing me.

Her hair is down in chestnut waves,
her eyes are fixed to find my gaze.

As I look up from the ground our gazes now are one and enwound.

I am the first to make a sound.

"I love you"