Street scene, approaching lady light
She didn’t smile when she passed
Walked right on by, hope as I might
No turning to admit a love that would last
We made no contact, no awareness
But still there’s something yearning in me
A connection likely just of the eye
No way that this momentary love might be
How can I feel so soon?
This is no learing letching stare
To my love, this echo does not compare
This is a function of a heart laid bare
Raw nerves floundering at my surface
Open, exposed to every passerby
Indiscriminately seeking purpose
Can’t turn off feeling but I try
Love having been flexed is strong
But with no you, has no where to go
So as I walk into work on Tuesday
I fall momentarily for people I don’t know
Quest for Love 
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