Love Stalker Poem

I see her through the window;
I can see her drying her hair.
She can’t see me in these bushes;
Gosh, she has a lovely pair.

Maybe I should tell her;
How much she means to me.
Maybe she already knows it;
Maybe she can’t see.

Oh I truly love her;
Yes, I truly do.
Oh, man, does she love me?
I hope she loves me too.

What if she doesn’t love me?
What if she thinks I’m a creep?
I don’t think I could handle it;
Now she’s going to sleep.

I might tell her tomorrow;
I may tell her next week.
I’ll tell her within a month;
That it’s her that I seek.

I wonder what she dreams about;
Maybe about the lake.
She looks so peaceful sleeping;
Oh, now she is awake.

Her name is Mary Straddforde;
She’s a teacher at my school.
I should watch where I am going;
Or I’ll land in her pool.

I slip and fall in;
And make a big splash.
She comes running out;
It’s too late to dash.

She stands and looks at me;
A big smile upon her lips.
She turns and grabs a towel;
And wraps it around my hips.

She grabs me by the hand;
And takes me to her room.
We start to undress;
But the dream ends too soon.