So, as promised, here’s the second part of the poem I posted in last blogpost.

That glare's so intense, even I flinched,
This ruffian is about to get lynched.
As he notices, he takes a flight,
And now I am left, in a corner more tight.

So charming he is, and full of chivalry,
But such a recluse, always solitary.
And I am now blanked out, staring at him,
With eyes dreamy, heart singing his hymn.

I come to senses, and say him my thanks,
But he too is staring, at me point blank.
He is deaf now, and I blush crimson,
And drop my gaze, then hear him run.

Wait, the story's not over, for I know now,
My heart is goner, behind him in a tow.
That cruel charming recluse, he is now a thief,
Let him think an excuse, as his answer to the sheriff.

- Nimitta