The Stranger

Who is that girl across the way?
The one I see almost every day.
She fills me with a heart so true,
A gentleness; I see in you.

With hair that reaches to her knees.
And eyes that sparkle in the breeze.
With summer here and spring now gone,
How could I know her silent song?

What would happen if she were,
To not return tomorrow for sure?
Would I be able to go to work,
Without her charms? Without her looks?

But here she comes again for me,
That sweet young face that I long to see.
If only I would have the courage,
To speak to her………………