I
I saw her proceeding from the
store,
Carrying a heavy bag, in which many things she
bore.
She appeared to be in a
hurry,
But my heart strongly wanted her to
tarry.
II
Her hair were golden up and
down,
Looked like sun rising after
dawn.
Her lips were curved in a beautiful
smile,
That I dare say could not be found within a
mile.
III
Her eyes were like emeralds shining in
light,
Twinkling like starts in the
midnight.
A little mischievous, a little
wise,
As pretty as rose petals, as mesmerizing as a
sunrise.
IV
When she spoke, oh! her voice so
soft,
That you wouldn't perceive
oft.
Such a soothing effect it had on heart and
mind,
That would take you away from world's
grind.
V
When she met my eyes, more than roses I
blushed,
My mouth wouldn't open and remained
hushed.
I lost my earliest chance that
day,
But hope someday I could get a
"Hey!".
