2024-10-04
I spotted a girl across the hall -
No! No mere girl: a thing of pure lustre
Just to smell that perfume and I fluster
And fumble my words. And those eyes enthrall
A man like me: Insipid, weak, withal
Inadequate. She must but adjust her
Glasses, or flick her hair; it is just her
Garish charm, and I am won. I can't stall.
I must tell her now. I must make her know;
In pure poetry impart my notions;
Instil a frenzy; her passions will grow;
Her bosom burst with youthful emotions
As my passioned proses on great love flow.
Yet still, I am just a lonely luster.