You didn't guess, or wouldn't say
If you received my card last year.
Anonymous third-party mail,
I sent mid-year, appeared to fail.

This year, I won't stalk at night,
Dodging views and garage lights
But write a verse or two to send
And try so hard to not offend.

Your smile is heaven, eyes the gates.
I stand outside in silent wait,
Admiring your exquisite skin;
Wondering if you'll let me in.

I dream of you from time to time
With angels wings and robes so fine
I daren't reach out even then
To plead a smile for me again.

I know I gaze the other way
But when you talk to me I sway:
It feels uncomfortable to stand
Just waiting for your tiny hand.

I can't believe you are immune
To tacky rhymes from far-off rooms.
I want reply, maybe a drink,
At least a clue of what to think.

You must know from my silent stares:
You can't pretend you're unaware.
I can't hold out without the first:
The second makes me fit to burst.

Whatever else you might decide,
This message you, I beg, must hide.
Mail me, here's a misty clue:
Just let versute write more for you.