Whilst catching breath at fleeting glimpse espied
As turn of head revealed a flashing smile
Thine onward rush concealed what’s held inside
Enchantment of a kind which doth beguile
I gathered pace engaging love’s charade
Through market throng, then down dark alley ways
In knowing what or how couldst ne’er dissuade
Of headlong dash betwixt the crowded maze
Wouldst thou in knowing lead a merry dance
Forsaking protocol in rules of chase
By leaving signs, which promise more perchance
Resulting in concluding loss of face
Investing in such hope, I’ve truly bought
‘Though mounting cost, may pain this hapless sort