NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR

He had a face that frowns even when he smiles
Looking like he’s full of storms, an awkward style
Always too serious, acting like he’s dumb and deaf
These are the attributes of a gentleman, Mr. Jeff

Just by the next door is the abode of Miss Suzy
Blurry life with a 9 to 5 keeping her busy
Who doesn’t know home is a warm nest
She’s watered by books, avoids weeds and pest

But Jeff is a flower that grew on concrete garden
Burdens of experience can make ones heart harden
Suzy is fighting a war in her inner front
Publicly, she’s uninterested in the husband hunt

Nobody knows that Jeff’s face is just a mask
Exchanging pleasantries became a herculean task
For Suzy who has already approximated him
But her cup of patience got filled to the brim

She descended from her mountain of ego
On the valley lies a crossroad of “greet” and “don’t go”
Her spirit was ready but her lips were tied
She dug a shallow grave and buried her pride

Just by the corridor, at a very close range
She bluntly said “hi”, it was so strange
It sent shock sparks, planting him on the spot
But his reply went to her goal post as a hot shot

”Bonjour jolie demoiselle” was his reply
Suddenly Suzy looked straight into his eye
“Vous n’etes pas serieux”, both busting into laughter
They spoke at length, and became friends after

Jeff finally came down from his high stilt
His confession was wrapped foils of guilt
She was actually his crush at first sight
Thoughts of her often ate his sleep at night

He went underground just to plot that act
Social media said she was the French type. In fact
He took up French lessons as a weapon in his Suzy hunt
Yet the eternal inner war just posed a front