For Lost Loves (Poetry)

Beginning

Friday evening
Your troop marching
Left right left again
Uniformed and menacing

Summer stroll in the field
Your scrutiny, my peripheral
I've been made aware
Utmost beauty never belonged to me
Nor intellect
I don't turn heads
But yours did

Timid I turned away
Daring I looked your way
Left right left
Right was next
But left you turned
Faced with another soldier
You smiled and laughed
While they all groaned and sighed

I too laughed when you did
My apologies for distracting
Though I am not sorry
For it was the start
Of something endearing