Visions of your straightened hair
draping the shoulders
half closed eyes
wave of fingers
on a grand piano
make my love divine.
Write a song for me, Maria.
My clumsy attire
trembling words
may have amused you,
and I know it well
Rachael is a more 'suitable' match
for your beauty and brain;
then again my illogical wishes
keep on adjusting the spectacles
to get a clearer view.
Write me a song, Maria.
Say it for once
you have seen
awkward admiration
dancing to your tune.
