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On the stair, a velvet eyed angel waits

With others, for love, perhaps she waits for me

My name, my love, is not known to her, yet

I've seen her before, watched her, wanted her

Pondered the possibilities, knowing

My chance, our time, our destiny, will come

She glances my way, I wonder of things

The future, our future, of rings and kids

I'm ahead of myself, I've fallen deep

For this flaxen haired beauty, smitten

She holds my heart in a tenuous grasp

Unaware of the stakes, my tender soul

Evening becomes night, the witching hour

forces my hand, I feel bolder, stronger

She passes me, smiles, opportunity

Beckons with its glimpse of fulfilment

Confused thoughts of my inadequacy

Stifle me, cloud my mind, awkward request

"Are you free, Friday?" I stammer, clammy

Heart racing, my moment of truth, I wait

As time stills, eternity's vast chasm

To leap across or plunge over, anxious

She pauses, thinks, perfect O of her mouth

Speaks, "You're joking. No way", turns away, leaves

I'm shattered, lost for words, as sorrow seeps

Into my heart, hopes and dreams discarded

Our future erased. "Why are you so cruel?"

I watch you keep walking, no glimpse behind

Your friends do, they laugh, love ridiculed

Serpentine princess, an angel no more

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