When I walk along the corridors, I peep into that particular corner,

Looking out for he less familiar yet really beautiful face

She is pretty and has a look that is serene

 I am awe struck by the yellow chiffon that cleaved her so well, complementing her neo Mexican skin.

She walks around me all the while and so do I

But like the birds that fleer away from the sun,

Never I had a word with her

Nor do I intend to have one in near time

Whenever she is not at her place

I just worry where she has gone

Like a mother concerning for her little one

Rarely comes sigh of relief when she appears before me

She cant stare me the way I do for my eyes real sharp

And my feelings get reflected in a moment while hers are hidden like a perl struck in the shell deep beneath the ocean.