Pantun + Poem

There she was
As far as it can be;
My eyes traced the lines,
Of her soft tender hair.

A thought struck me,
And bended my knees…
She’s the Queen; I’m the poor man,
How can this be ever be?

I thought of rejection, and of elimination
For those two are what a Man faced in life;
Wake up! Get up!
Wake me up when September ends…

It’s the state of bliss,
The state of happiness;
How can I voice out?
Is there a way out…?

You’re beautiful, too much for words…
Now that you’re gone, certain pieces are missing…
Who can now complete
The duet of my heart…?

The bell rang out loud.
The crowd filled out;
She walked her way.
While I look away…