Not each day would be same she wondered,
Probably tomorrow will be my day,
And everyday that she waited,
She rehearsed the lines she wanted to say.
He stopped by only to greet,
The usual hello he uttered,
The other times were formal meet,
Her want for something special was shattered.
Yet everytime he passes,
She still skips a beat and blushes,
With each of his step her eyes races,
And the tear in her eyes rushes.