I see her often in that corner,
Soft eyes , liquid mouth….quite a stunner.
Lost in thought , she never does see ,
That a window opens as wide as can be.
I see her from my apartment up here,
She comes at 5 o clock and sits right there.
The book is open wide , the pages softly flutter.
She is ever so silent , not a word does she utter.
She looks at the sky and sometimes, the grass,
She never notices the gaping men who pass.
Once or twice I saw her lips tremble ,
Not a smile – just a symbol.
She wipes often a solitary tear,
Then her face is enveloped in fear !
She quickly turns around and around ,
To see did anyone notice – who found ?
She looks so lost , so lonely , such hauntingly beautiful eyes,
She is incapable of deception , cruelty or any lies.
Never reads a word though the book is open in her lap ,
She stares blankly at the children around who play and clap.
She sits in the park on the 5th bench everyday ,
But she never knows….never , in any way……
She never does look up – she never does see…
That my window opens as wide as can be.
Like a whirlwind in slow motion , she changes my Life…
If only she looked up – she could be my wife.
