Mr. Poetry

Bookstore

This is our first time meeting by the bookstore

Exchanged emails, silence, smiles and shut doors 

I was standing outside from the glass watching you like a vulture

But trust me, I might have you if I weren't that older.

It is six years gap, I know you know you don't like me that much

But I like you and I want to be with you, is that too much to ask?

Modern girls weren't my thing, I'm not a lover for expensive things 

But that doesn't mean I am referring you shopped books like you're on killing spree

I just want to be noticed by you, and become my wife whole-heartedly. 

So I was standing across from you, and yes, I might add stalking

So I was staring at your short skirt and I am gawking

At your love for poetry, your delicate hands and you murmuring

By yourself when you are searching random books and sniffing them in the hiding

Oh my love, I've become the fan of your joy

When you found the particular hardbound you were looking for

Oh my love, if we could have switch places, I've become a little girl 

Who found a boy worth time knowing for