aaa.. um.. er.. hhhi

This is a poem i wrote for the beuatiful girl in the next cubicle, with whom i'm unable to talk to.


I wait
trying to catch a glimpse
of your oceanic eyes
a shadow of your smile
your angelic face

I walk in desolation
a traveller
in a desert
praying for an oasis,
and there you are, the mirage

Shrouded in a veil of mystery
the deary morning frost
oh! how i wish
for the ice to be broken
for the Peraly Gates to open

I try desperately
to fing my strangled voice
the words, by your aura, overshadowed
die prematurely in the throat
and all one hears is a splutter

give up, i will not
with the passing days i gather strength
to cease being the dumb guy in the next cubicle
and be able to say 'Hi'