Who knows where wind blows
So, to ask Francis when
Melinda became a cute friend
Is a question which depends
And what do I know of her
beyond a smile and hello?
Respectfully Sir
Madam, there we won’t go
I do feel a subtle connection
It stirred quite recently
Do you have a similar notion,
beautiful girl from Hungary?
I am well aware of restraint
and the need for caution
Life’s a canvass and we paint
looking for some reaction
I miss you when you’re away
And that time is misery
Clock moves to another day
Then I’m joyful and happy
Will these words surprise
you? Maybe your eyes
would give an indication
akin to my imagination…
