Lost in the thoughts of her I was turning the pages of a book Reading an intense poem by Shakespeare The mighty words of it were a hook
I saw her at the marketplace Glued to her weer my eyes Pretty she was, by god's grace She could be an angel in disguise
I wanted to have a word with her Whether by practice or I had to improvise It was not difficult for her to infer I was not able to think of any devise
Looking at me, she hurried down the alley She took me wrong, she thought she was in danger She was gone in a flash, moved out like a sally The moment still haunts me, for her, I was a stranger
