The Stalker Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Talk of ill intent, or sheer coincidence
A stalker I've got, as events would show
She is fair, I might shelve my evidence
But as days go by, apprehensions grow

It was in the mall, when she first appeared
Right across the rack, she gave me the eye
Then the elevator ride, that we shared
All add up to encounters that came by

In the party I happen to be at
She danced, right after I got off the floor
It all seemed so casual then, I forgot
Long before that, she lingered at the door

In a round of golf, she teed off my mound
Following my game, she always drives by
And at times, that I chance to look around
Along the fairways, she chats with some guy

Were they gearing up, somehow, for action?
Now that she's been to the beach I frequent?
In fact, she became swimsuit attraction
Her pose as Miss Olympia was quite quaint

Wary now, to a private beach I went
There, her presence would, I hope, be missing
Yet, she shows and my cozy nook is rent
She's the guard! She told me, 'You're trespassing.'