The First Approach

Away... Spot her from far. Have a tingle mingle all over your skin. Award your forehead a scratch As you do the arduous estimations Of the remaining catwalk steps Before her beauty kisses your eyes. Let sanity flee from your mind. (That's OK.Never mind. Angels are never meant For sane minds) Coming your way... Prepare to talk to her Practise how to greet her Whisper to yourself a greeting Whose sweetness tricks Your zygomaticus muscle Into a seductive smile. Then bite your lower lip alluringly As the best Romeo and Juliet scene Overwhelms the whole of you. Enjoy the roller-coaster feeling Of a heart that forgets its own rhythm. A few minutes away... To get on top of your muddled up feelings And wake up the confidence demon Wave your head in a 'NO' manner. Grab a gorgeous gazale gaze of her. Don't allow the jealous of a blink To spoil this monumental moment. Sink your nervousness deep Inside the well of sighs. Cast a blind eye on the people's eyes Or acknowledge them as your cheerleaders. It's about time... Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Elevate your hands like a clergyman in prayer Just to inspect the odour of your exhaled air That will transport your practiced greeting. Regulate your lungs to spray your Rose With nothing but the fragrance of roses. It's time now... Exactly when she gets near Cockily say, 'Good morning, Madam.' Immediately after the words slip Away from the tip of your lip, Remember that, 'Afternoon' Is almost embarking on her sleep And that the Madam title is ... Cover your mouth instantly As if trying to capture back the awakward greeting Fancy the way she disguises Her guffaws as a smile- Revealing her pretty dimples Concealed in the soft flesh of her cheeks Almost... Observe her as she catwalks it away Leaving you dumbstricken all the way Listen until her footsteps die away Start scratching your backhead right away Wondering which spell she used To transmute your 'Hey Pretty Lady' Into a 'Good morning, Madam' During such perceivable old noon hours! Blame yourself the whole day. Tighten your fist like Muhammad Ali Preparing to release his Sunday punch. Then with a suppressed sigh sadly say: TOMORROW will be a better day! Tomorrow...