The long behold of her every enticing details in admiration from a distant bench,
The nights of reminiscence that keeps me awake at nights, & the mornings that awaits those nights anew,
Admiring, caring, thinking, lost in the thoughts, looking at that luscious but untainted smile of her that........, that I can't afford, leaves me inept with a question,
that unknown of her own elegance, spreading the felicity,
if she even know I exist!