He did take a walk,
outside along icy roads,
careful in follow his talk,
a frown when caught alone.
Oh he did think of her,
sweet smile always a single most
a thoughtful recall of eyes that did look for him.
He wondered often if how he could,
might he possibly find a way,
to know her own response, reaction, recall,
of his eyes, did she know he did in curious notion,
always want to know her own methods.
He used to at one time imagine she were leaving,
a quiet departure, always with tears,
yet still a purposeful journey to know another side,
to resolve that confusion,
that when they met together,
lips or eyes upon eyes,
she and he would fall in love all over again.
He wondered if that was fair of him.