Ticket, please

What if I told the world I saw your face once more?
Would you know it was you I was talking about?

Its been a couple of days now, but still your smile stays with me. Everywhere I go.

Why didnt I say hello?
Who am I to be satisfied with just eye-contact?
It must be the power you possess within me. The power to melt my heart like sweet strawberry icecream on a warm summer day. You know -the kind that looks really tasty, but ends up on the floor.

Every gaze you deliever makes my legs go numb. Like theyve been walking for a thousand miles to bring down an impossible goal.
You.

When will I see you again, fair lady? Now that youve left what Ive started, what more is there for me to do?
I do not believe in chasing the impossible train.
Though I would really like a ticket...

Am I on schedule?
Are you?