It is Sue’s choice.

To convert my rapport to love,

I got her a job in a school,

The head of which is my known guy.

I was on wait for the blossom.

That day I saw the school master,

Two decades senior to her,

Place his hand round her fleshy waist

When they walked down, to my dismay.

The intimacy between them

Had been brought about by myself

And who could I blame for my loss?

Must I have an interview with her?

The love in heart couldn't be spelt.

The sight of her close to him seen

Could not be revealed either.

It is her choice; I can’t demand.

27.09.2010

[inspired by Jude the Obscure of Thomas Hardy]