In the midst of noon two eyes meet
Her and I
Slowly she looks away
I blink to wait for another day
She pesters me with her glance
It's time for me to take a stance
I reach out to her with an excuse
A trick or two I often use
She beacons me to the corridor
I talk she listens, she listens I talk
Then through the garden we go for a long walk
Ah! Alas a date is set
It's love it's love you bet
She calls I pick up
I talk she giggles
Alas! Tied by a force two lovers meet
I sing for her write sonnets
She looks up in the sky and shows me comets
Together for days we stop time
Is it love is it love is she mine?
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Wonderful expression on love. Loved this job. Really.