(Preface: What U are going to read below, is not the writer's choice in life. She has written it out of pure amusement and inquisitiveness for the satisfaction in distaff love. Amen)

SHE...

Every morning, I stand by my terrace,
eyeing her wake up in her bright lil room of flowery colours.
How could she not know I am watching her,
trailing her every morning and night, wistfully for her glance.
She hops, skips, so chirpy, fills my day with hue,
Everyday, so lively, making every moment I see new.
Here I was, an ageing soul trapped in twenties,
whining for care, love and youth, which I had, but Alas, I lost.
She was the only hope I ever saw in front,
and when I turned, nothing but her.

Every morning, I see her ride away, to my dismay,
as if she is torn apart from me.
Why does she have to go so far? Cant she be near always?
I count every moment till I return, ticking my moments away,
to wait for her to return, and see her again.
How could she not know I am awaiting her,
Waiting to grab her away if I could from the world,
caress her in my arms, brush her gentle hair,
kiss her tenderly, make love while Nox does not rest.

I yearn for her touch, for her loving look to me,
But I know she never may, she never would be able to see.
My love continues in the dark,
the moments which are only mine, mine to whisper and wilt,
She will always remain my unconquered dream,
A dream to love and lust forever.
Alas, what more will a woman next-door mean to her,
A single, successful, virtually engaged woman of refinement.