Mondays of all the cherished days
Despised in all the possible ways.
Bring the joy of unspeakable things
Unnoticed by those, who have fears
Of future, of Tuesdays and prolonging week
Those, who wouldn't feel free to speak
To look, watch and talk to the boy across the street
Precious, shy, with the large book to read
The boy with soft smile as he likes what he gets
From all those pages with all their depth
You'd like to know him and understand
What he does read, where he chooses to stand
How's suit screams of the law, you doubt it though
He might be psychologist, you dreamt of it, so
Exchanging and sharing your worlds with each other
Might bring you the passion, no way another
The one you will share, as so many people
While being with their soulmate, it's not something little
The laugh, the smile, the conversation
In the kitchen at the moment of the world's creation
At home you would share, always felt as yours
Belonged to two people, built up to their choice
You watch this precious, shy boy
He looks at you two
Approaching him would have brought you joy
Unfortunately, he's already in love, just not with you.
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