This is not a poem
And it is long...

There was this old maiden.
Tia Sabel was her name...

She was only seventeen
She's too young to work daily...

The wind is blowing,
and all of the tulips are...

Can you breathe down there?
Two fishes under water...

I am watching you
while you wait for your bus ride...

the cold blue water curves,
turning into giant waves...

Were strangers at start
then befriended each...

Be friend with someone,
Is everything to me...

When the spring has come,
Flowers bloom, so her heart too...

The beer was taking itself out of my system,
When I saw her across the street standing...

I knew I don't know the words I should utter,
So I took the seat definitely far from her...