Professors in suits and ties,
Stroll by in an astute gait.
A girl flashes flirting eyes,
Yet for another, I wait.

Hurried women bustle by
Lost in their own state of mind.
Freshman who seem to be shy
Will glimmer for whom is kind.

In the English Department,
Mornings are of the advent
Of a mutual consent.
Indifference towards all
Is the mood held prevalent.
Is this the sole sentiment
In the English Department?

Begging for my thought's brisk touch,
Images pick and pilfer
In my mind a bit too much.
I hide these thoughts for later.

As I watch the world go by
My awareness slips away.
Then, something catches my eye.
Beauty glides into my day!

Filled with thoughts of yesteryear
Of places elsewhere, not here.
I gaze back, the time that I,
First saw this angel, "Oh my!"
Such pure beauty, big brown eyes,
Great figure, I speak no lies.

Many stars I wished upon.
I would pray, "What could be done
That this exquisite white dove,
Could solely be mine to love?"
Oh how I cherished this dove,
An angel form high above.

Oh what wants and desire!
I yearned her kiss of fire.
But she was not mine to hold
During those past days of old.
Though my heart was bought and sold
"She loved other" I was told.

Coming together as friends,
Again, we exchange greetings.
With gleaming eyes and big grins,
We talk of the little things.

Past memories, days of old:
Seesaws, slides, the monkey bars,
Dances, dating, and first cars;
Two lives to share and behold.

Is there more to our small talk
Than just hellos and smiles?
Can it be, what we have sought
All along could be ourselves?

Work, and times of fun and play:
Tests, teachers, big papers due,
People, pests, and "How 'bout you?"
We speak of a normal day.

Is there more to our small talk
Than just hellos and smiles?
Can it be, what we have sought
All along could be ourselves?

Fond dreams, wishes of success:
Matrimony, munchkins, health,
Diplomas, dream homes, and wealth;
Hopes of future happiness.

Is there more to our small talk
Than just hellos and smiles?
Can it be, what we have sought
All along could be ourselves?

Enjoying shared company,
The time flows by as swiftly
As the strong waters of the
Powerful Mississippi.

Once again, it comes the time
Our conversation must end.
She goes her own way and I'm,
Sitting alone—once again.