Sunday
Sunday morning beauty
Comes into the room
Much anticipation
Excitement in full bloom
Straightfaced and phlegmatic
I cannot let her see
That inside I'm ecstatic
My heart and mind agree
I'll look at her for moments
A second, two, or three
"I know you want to for much more
but don't," says me to me
Then later in the break room
I'll make sure there's a chair
That's open right near where I am
And hope that she sits there
So I can be close by her
For precious extra time
Then later at my thinking spot
I'll put it into rhyme
It's a way for me to tell her
In writing what I think
Another way's recording
With a smile and a wink
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