Fallen in love

Someone once said to me,

‘Hello’

In fact,

Quite a few people have said that

But that one person was special

For reasons I’ll never fully know.

But I can always have a go

At explaining them to you.

I think maybe it was her lack

Of ay real smile

As if only a privalaged few

Get to see it once in a while.

Or maybe it was her seductive eyes

That emanated a sense

Of lust that made me stutter

And all my muscles tense.

Maybe it was her hair

In a tightly packed bun

As it to suggest she doesn’t know

How to have fun.

Or perhaps it’s her stare when I

Drifted off in thought

That portrayed a desire

To stab me with a fork.

In either case I pay by card

And left her at the till.

I didn’t get her number

But maybe next time I will.

Picked up my bags, walked away

And I saw her with her pen.

A cleaning girl, mop in hand

And I fell in love again.

Someone once said to me,

‘Hello’

In fact,

Quite a few people have said that

But that one person was special

For reasons I’ll never fully know.

But I can always have a go

At explaining them to you.