First Impression

I saw you sitting there,
Intensely watching close,
So curious I was,
But shyness kept me post.

Sometimes you looked my way,
And I would turn my head,
Who was this sitting here?
I was very interested.

You were there alone,
No one else but you,
I was so intrigued,
Wondering what to do.

Before the time was done,
You would leave that place,
Nothing else remained, but
The memory of your face.

R.S. 12/03