Alone I walked in vain,
I saw myself in a bloke.
Out he came from the train,
Oh, I pray its not a joke.
His gaze so sharp yet soft.
But a pretty boy he's not,
A face my brain had lost,
But in me, he marks a spot.
Not love at first sight I hoped.
Caught, in the mid of worldy myth,
For such thought so foolishly doped,
Not a mind for me to go with .
A virgin look, oh how inspiring,
But, the odd sense weirdly ends,
Hardly lasted, how unsurprising.
Quick as it came, same as it went.