The Approach..

She was sitting in front of me, a pretty girl,
With lovely black hair, and skin which glowed like pearl,
I wanted to talk to her but I wondered what I’d say,
I went through some dialogues in my mind like a play.
I mustered up the courage, Puffed up my chest,
With the swagger of a Richards, I walked up to her desk,
She looked at me inquisitively, gave me a wondering stare,
I stuttered, I stammered, I looked here and there,
The story I’d imagined in my head was all in a mess,
I hoped I’d return to my place, with my respect none the less,
“What happened?” she asked, I found compassion in her tone,
The swagger all came back, I was in my imaginary comfort zone,
I was so smart I thought, as she gave me a smile,
I hadn’t uttered a word yet, and it seemed like a really long time,
I thought I would praise her and tell her how pretty she looked,
That would earn me some points, and she would be hooked,
But when I opened my mouth and those words came out,
I stood still in shock, “I love you”, I had said, there was no doubt,
I looked hither tither like a trapped deer as I waited for the slap,
And then before it could come, I bolted like a horse out of the trap.