A Gift Spurned

A Christmas gift spurned In a busy Christmas street, I saw her; I was sure it was her, the way she walked, I could sense her perfume too. Ran after her, touched her shoulder said halloo, she turned I had been wrong and said sorry. She smiled and said, no it is only me what you see. I read an invitation in her dark brown eyes, but I was hopelessly in love with a blond, the mythical one. Said sorry again, flapped my wings and flew high into the night sky so seek her among the stars. In the cool outer space, I realized the fabled woman was an angel And I was an earthling I dived back to earth like a Stuka bomber, skidded on slush, looked in vain for the woman with brown eyes