The silky hair plaited from her shoulder,
sways to the rhythm of his tune,
prospective body gesture recures,
her propensity never darkens.
Corner glimpses radiate from her,
crimson's on her face guilts him,
even a second she can't spare,
nor her starry eyes fail to stare.
Hidden ground to her depth,
his heart couldn't met,
with morrow class starts,
still hungary face takes a yard.