Can I try? I have a headache and feel inspired to write a fish poem.
You tried to hide
in the back, where no one would see you.
I wasn't looking
at least, I thought I wasn't--
But somehow, you were still there when I closed my eyes.
And when people were talking they became
like waves on the shore, and my mind turned again
I had been captured by your shy beauty.
Would anyone else see you there? The thought
unbearable either way.
I would give you a home fit for a king!
You were still there
waiting for me
as you had been