Her Poem by elena zoey

I could hear the traffic move,
Porsche and lamborghini groove,
the cafe was busy, my coffee was hot,
i was feeling dizzy until my eyes caught,
the cafe table on which she sat,
a royal blue dress and a red hat,

pitch black hair that fell on her,
a handbag with leather and fur,
eyes that shined pacific blue,
stare at her, was all i could do,

she smiled slightly as she saw me,
blushing back i drank coffee,
i stared at her for so long,
until i was gone,

to the toilet to freshen myself up,
came back to see her cup on an empty shelf,
she was gone! oh dear!
gone away all i could fear,

so i ran out of the door
to see the shops and the store,
but no dear there was no sign,
i said its ok DEAR JOHN she was'nt mine,

i watched the cup oh how she hugged in her hands,
oh her hands and oh those bands,
i spotted something so i lifted the cup up,
there was her address on a neat card,
so i left happily smiling at the guard.