Walking along the stoney path

Fingers grazing the brick bridge wall 

I hear her humming 

The most feminine tune 

And I wonder what beauty I might befall 

I peer across

O’ I am so lucky to see 

And angel prancing along the meadow 

But then she stops to look at me 

The heat within me rises 

Feeling caught 

Red handed 

Warm

Like a peeping tom

I am guilty 

an eye 

Gazing 

Upon her storm 

She stands before me gawking 

I prepare for a slap across my cheek 

And then gently she places a flowered crown upon my head 

And curtseys in front of me 

Bewildered

I don’t understand why she stays so kind 

All she does is smile 

What a lucky lucky day this is 

Of mine