The more I pine to catch your glimpse, the more you tighten your veil and ‘guise;
you taunt so well, keep me on toes, I’m almost kneeling and pleading, guys,
just a brief encounter, a smile- a frown- an indication that I do exist, I count,
at least derision, if not love, on my frantic antics - to be a clown -
and somehow catch your eyes for once,and kindle memories of days gone by;
you didn’t always run from me, nor hide, nor leave me high and dry;
we kept each other hooked…
