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There she stands, across the room
Like a flower
A flower just in bloom
And as the clock strikes hour after hour
There she continues to stand
Beautiful, alone, full of womanly power
But she, no, she will never grasp my hand

And though there are many others here
I cannot see anyone, save her
For she stands across from me, without any peer
Again and again, to me it does occur
Perhaps I should make myself known
But no, I’ve nothing to offer
No money to give from my coffers
No food grown, nor talents honed

But still I watch and I wonder
What would happen if I were to go over?
Surely her anger would be as a god’s thunder
At this mere boy who committed this horrible blunder
Of daring to hope of being her one and only lover
But this is only what I wonder
I'll never find out from her
And thus my wonders,
Me, they will always deter.