A moment’s glimpse is all I get each day
Her quick darting silhouette does intrigue
Ever wishing for a chance she will stay
I wonder how she moves without fatigue
Should I call out to her, oh no too late
All I crave from her is a single glance
Possibly to only gaze is my fate
Yet still maybe she will rotate perchance
Artistically majestically framed up
Imprisoned in a rectangular shape
As she draws near my vast joy does erupt
When she passes by, my mouth drops agape
Yet now I realize that I have her class
I am only writing this so I pass.