That Mysterious Lady
That mysterious lady
Those pretty pink nails. . .was all I could see.
My curious heart asked my lips. . .who is she?
Engrossed she was in a novel full of mystery.
Oh! She was reading my favorite Agatha Christie!
Surreptitiously I tried to see her face,
But I stopped myself. . .if I am caught in case!
A nice yellow top, was all that she wore.
I was curious to know her. . .I tried to find more!
Just then the train with a huge jerk stopped!
Her book slipped from her hands. . .on seeing her my jaw dropped!
With her sparkling eyes she looked & spoke with love so true. . .
Oh! My heart beat stopped for a second .I look around and try to see her again.
But no, the train started running and there is no sign of her..