Love For That Woman Poem by Medusa Waves

It is often times i see that woman there-standing with that grace and beauty
She carries two other ladies with her and two pair of long walkings
and her smile that causes my breathe to come too short and her roundness where its nessessity
her long a holdings that hold other men- I envy those men who get to feel her and her other ladies

but now i see that this lady has all men a looking always for her and I, still here- just admiring her
when she walks by I blush and red i go- like a firetruck
if only i could talk to her
her wonderous eyes that move about-when shes confused u can see those a eyes lurking-she bites her lip

and im still here, loving that woman- maybe tomarrow I come brave enough to talk to her, with beauty so luminous
here is tomarrow and still I stand there just admiring her
maybe tomarrow

and tomarrow comes i see her a fingering her chocolate waterfall
i come close to saying a simple 'hello' but the devil holds me back and yanks me away
maybe tomarrow

come tomarrow I see no woman standing there with the purse on the lips and the hands on the hips
and no other ladies no two pair of long walkings that she used to carry herself
and no smile for me to see and no waterfall for me to love
and i see, the sad-ugly truth there is no more tomarrow.