• Others 25.07.2007

    Excuse me, ma’am, isn’t it beautiful?
    The day, I mean…to believe.
    Some scenes become so incredible;
    Marvelous with things to see.

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    Excuse me, ma’am, isn’t it beautiful?
    The day, I mean…to believe.
    Some scenes become so incredible;
    Marvelous with things to see.

    A wonderful notion caught my eye,
    With nothing better to seek.
    If you will consider lending an ear,
    I’ll suggest a fabulous peek.

    Speak truely; are you passing thru,
    Nowhere to be or things to do?
    Just a moment ago, did you see me,
    When I miraculously saw you?

    Do you come from somewhere here,
    Or some other place far away?
    If I should happen to ask curiously,
    Suppose you decided to stay?

    If you’re a kindly neighbor to pursue,
    Will you graceously pursue me?
    Suppose I am aroused to fall for you;
    Will you be so cute, as to agree?

    Daring to meet with someone new,
    Isn’t the easiest thing to do.
    Finding just the appropriate words,
    Wouldn’t be attractive as you.

    Suggest a few nice effective terms,
    I might formulate for you.
    Something like, I’d love to go out;
    Maybe on a date or two.

    Perhaps you are a stranger to see;
    Just someone passing thru.
    But something tingles inside of me,
    Directing lightwaves to you.

    How should I feel…for things to be?
    Suppose your eyes fall on me.
    A moment of such a singular fancy
    May arouse much more to see.

    Do lovers transform thoughts anew;
    Beginning with simple talk?
    Pretending romance is more or less,
    Like life on a lovely walk?

    What exciting news you are to me,
    Thinking love starts today.
    Alas, love has discovered me alone;
    If my fancy could only stay.

    When I saw you…awaken this day,
    My dull heart begin to sing.
    Oh no! Perhaps my naive fancy
    Overlooked your finger ring.

    Excuse me, ma’am, now I can see;
    You are beautiful, I know.
    This moment of fancy inside of me,
    Is!…but, pleased to let you go.
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