Top to bottom I make it clean
Hastily I sit down to write a poem
But I forget what to write
heart beat runs fast
pen does not move
only the image I envisage
of your coming at my door step
with a sweet sound of your footsteps
you enter and sit upon the crown
what an elegant pose!
slowly your hand moves over the mouse
after refreshing your machine
you click on my name
with all beauty and grace
for a while I hold my breath
and wait to see what you say
first you smile then you type great
leaving me behind blushingly red.