Evenings, most special part of my day,
That is when get to see her on the way,
Some might call me a stalker,
But how long can I depend on luck to favour,
To bless the chance of us meeting daily,
On purpose or by accident, a chance momentarily,
My friends tell me, it is better I talk to her,
But my legs cannot move forward, when I get closer,
So, I walk behind her, a shadow to her shadow,
Keeping my distance, not be obvious that I follow,
As her umbrella blocks the rays of setting sun,
I fall in love with her again and again.