An Angel

Bristling in a vent of nervousness,

Stricken by mixed emotions wholeness

And my thoughts made the weakest of me

My confidence grows becoming wee.

I wonder, whether you’ll think I'm weird

Thus avoiding me when you just heard

“Hello, on my left hand is nothing

but my right is offering something,

shake my right, my friendship’s my offer”

Oh! Fearing it will be a loafer

So I gave in time, and time, and time

For the right moment of my sublime,

And as I waited, I grew nervous.

My sublimity made me anxious

I just don’t know how to approach her

With such low self esteem it tether

With my wanting to know this person

By now I'm pressured for a liaison

Racing against time the main factor,

I played the protagonist suitor.

At the very last minute to pine

I loom and messed up my pick up line!

Argh! This can’t be happening, not now!

Frustrated but my heart gave a wow

For I manage to get her contact

And I left without any protract,

Abruptly leaving her astounded

“Cherub” must be her word considered

As in a blink of an eye I'm gone

My purpose, my task, it is now done.