You are an ordinary lady With two eyes, two ears, two breasts, A mouth and a chin, And though I like the way you look, There are others Just as well arranged. It is not as though you love me, Or even hate me. You are sublimely unaware That I exist. But when you looked at me With eyes that seemed to promise All I've ever longed for There was something there That teased and intrigued, And tugged at me With a quiet insistancy That would not be denied. If I could only discover Exactly what it was You might not be So hard to forget.