There she was sitting at the table in the coner
         She was a piture of beauty like not other
         My heart beat faster and and hit my chest harder
         Slimming into my chest wall like a jack-hammer

        How could i let my emotions get the better of me
        Thought that this moment would nerver be
        How could the be, how could i lose such control
        In cricket parlance i was completely bowled

         Yet my heat beat so hard and sometimes so erratic
          The moment was such that i was getting so frantic
          But to her i was being drawn like a magnet
          Even though i never thought of what to say yet

         To get close to her was for me a must
         Was i driven by love or some form of lust
         Because i was captivated by her countours and beauty
         To describe would ecxhaust many writings in poetry.

        As i neared a smile spread across her face
        I wonder was it one of welcome or one of social grace
        But I kept approaching but somehow i could not stop
        Until i got to her table and sat with a tired flop

        There I was dripping with lots of perspiration
        Even though the room was adequately airconditioned
        My! she said “you seemed to be having a high fever”
        Yes I said you have struck my like no other.

        Here she said calm yourself I do not bite
        Thanks was my reply “I am sure you did see my plight”
        I felt like lifting a ton coming over here tonight
        Well at least you made the journey and got her alright.

        This made me at least a bit more comfortable
        The conversation was most intellectual and agreeable
        When i added that i saw her and wanted to know her
        She replied that was something mutual to the letter.