Where you were, I did not see you. So close to me, but yet so veiled. Quietly you waited, upon my invitations; but still, somehow, I failed to note of you, yearning to be with me, but finding just a void. So sadly, you retreated; bowed, dejected. Finally when I knew of you, your devotion, so foolishly I did feel, like a simpleton. For I had looked so very hard for you, up/down/everywhere. but I just did not looked clear, in front of me, where you were . . . just there.