Who is this man?
Where is he from?
He is perfection
His godly form

I saw him first
In the street
I knew it then
We had to meet

I followed him
For a week
I sat next to him
I watched him eat

I heard his voice
In week two
I envision him
Saying I do

After a month
I had to speak
I said good morning
Our eyes did meet

Then he smiled
In my presence
I decided then
To buy a present

He loved my gift
A nice surprise
But then he went
Out of my life

Where is my man?
Where did he go
He never said
I love you too...