Excuse me, miss.

[atoshka]

Excuse me, miss! Here! On the pavement!
You dropped it! Let me hand it! It’s your glove.
You might laugh, but I just got a sentiment
That in some way resembles love.

Would you mind if we sit right here?
May I start an innocent chat?
About weather or about Shakespeare,
About politics or about art?

Then I’ll invite you for a cup of tea
And we’ll talk for few hours about life.
You might get interested in me
And one day agree to become my wife.

I can promise I’ll be extremely reverent.
We’ll have a family that we always dreamed of...
And one day you might get a sentiment
That in some way resembles love.