Poetry

I, to myself, laugh,
What an irony it is! Your beauty unveiled!
What a lovable dame you are!
But I can’t fall in love!
Moments of intense patience,
Have I passed, only to see how beautiful you are!
Pandora’s Box is open, so is my feeling unbarred.
But how do I define this feeling?
I see you, on the other side of the road,
I smile and you blush.
I want to cross the road,
But there is no end to this traffic!
You wave at me.
I look! Your ride has come!
You wave again! But the traffic will never end.
You wave one last time....
I smile …. And say…Goodbye…..