I gazed at you endlessly last night
Your eyes were invariably bright
I moved closer to you by the gate
You didn’t even mind my funny gait
The bouncers pushed me at random
Many ignored the breach of freedom
As you watched my stammering tongue
Your eyes wanted to correct the wrong
Finally you walked back to speak with me
Maybe it was now apparent for you to see
That I was the short guy you knew afar
The one whose colour typifies Coca-cola
The one who wrote you numerous letters
Maybe they will be better than my stutters
Now you rushed to hug me with a passion
And bent down to kiss me with affection
