One ordinary night, when you are playing with your fingernail <br />By the store, my dreary eyes are filled with seldom pleasure, <br />Of finding alone right before them a hidden treasure, <br />Proudly in triumph, as many a voracious eye fail <br />To discover man’s self-effaced worth. Yet let it be, <br />So selfish me can be your sole company. <br />But, alack, when finally my eyes are free to see thee, <br />And ears to hear love’s first symphony, <br />Thou look away, freely, the heavenly melody desists, <br />Restoring my ordinary life, where nothingness persists.<br /><br />Edmund Wong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-store/
