Bliss

A beauty stands right in front of me.

I just have to say: "It seems

as if it was time we met, you see,

you feature in all my dreams."

I want to, but surely won't.

I can't do it so I don't

I just have to raise my voice, you see.

I just have to turn my head,

a twist of the neck away from me,

but I shy away instead

pretending to have a choice.

I can't even raise my voice.

She lives just around the block, you know.

I just have to cross the street

and walk maybe thirty yards or so

if I wanted us to meet,

but it's nearly ten o'clock,

and she lives around the block.

I could call her on the phone, I guess.

I just have to breath and dial.

I'll say that I got the wrong address.

She'll laugh and we'll talk a while.,

but what if she's not alone.

She might not pick up the phone.

So nothing will come of this, I deem.

I just ask about her name

so that I can put away my dream 

when she asks me first -the same.

I answer: "My name is bliss,

and something may yet come of this."