She's Mine

She’s Mine
We see your home standing there
Walked past you knowing you’re there.
We tentatively walk up the stairs
As the doors split into pairs .

Then we look through that door
I’m looking for you.
We tip toe past the attendant
To the aisle where you sit always patient.

You see my incredible smile
Because you know we will run a mile.
So we can read you, your dearer than food
You’re the last in the series and we must know how you conclude

Ron