She loves her job
But has a strange way
of showing her affection
More than me, I asked
...
What is your name again
She replied
A stranger, let us leave
it at that
She cries one evening
It is too much
But I remember
The same day, I made her
Smile
If I was her
At that moment it seems
I'd go to her every morning
I wouldn't miss a shift
Her first smile had
enchanted me
It's an embarrassing emotion
I hope she has them too
It is vanity
But her voice
I'd rather everyday
The little Workaholic 's hands
have touched my soul.