There’s a twinkle in the eye,
lost in a fantastic day dream.
The lips, are trying hard,
not to reveal the smile.
A new story comes into the head,
every time she walks back from the bakery.
Hoping sometimes, praying sometimes,
that the poster in the closet comes to life.
He says the most beautiful lines,
they say someone else wrote it.
He does everything right,
they say it’s not him, he poses.
She does not believe a word they say,
frowns and does not talk again.
Walks back to her dreaming chair,
hoping to see the poster become real again.
