known for his fixed stare
as if she were a wall
that had hidden business there,
or somewhere near the waterfall,
and once-he wrote a poem on times square,
and painted her elegant and tall.
He smiled to say he can wait,
and gently asked: " are you alright?"
She lowered her head in defeat,
later he left to a far away place, she'd hate
to miss his greetings, day and night.
Five years had slipped away
that didn't change her fate,
He'd done great, people would say,
She assumed that he must have a date
who would stand in her way,
until he came, assuring their future with no debate.