A Notion Of Anticipation Poem by Sheldon Allen Saluta

I never knew what this feeling is
But every time I saw him, I feel like I’m at ease
His smile is so thaw and shine
That’s why, I told myself, he is mine

He persistently brightens my day
It widens my range of knowledge, always I’m in May
It shoves me, it inspires me
I used to neglect melancholy

I don’t want to give him word of mouths
And I never gave him the benefits of the doubts
‘Cause afraid of losing him
It just likes finding nothing in dim

He is walking towards me with smiles
I know he will never be mine but I’m doing mimes
And he might have attention
Move to my waits, it’s just a notion