I play fiddle, mere feet away flowers
She arranges largely looking away
I steal a glance as they say
Our reflection gathers as one portrayed
I should not let on our eyes sometimes meet
We smile red handed I'm near the street
She's sometimes moves further but facing me better
The palest of skin crepe paper thin
Mine holding violin under my chin
I've little business the fancy food pricey
I'm richly rewarded just melody making
Entranced without entering seldom speaking
Every one likes you she said very kindly
I'm so out of practice I need reminding
I'll tune up my act and shower interest
Younger most certainly that's not my business
It's not inappropriate to look in her eyes
Not only thru panes wall sized
She notices me how can't she
What she hears I'm not sure
But sees people tip me or smiles mature
Maybe I'll chance it if not a date
At least more chatting see how we relate
SE Portland
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