Anonymous
When I return from my work, Tired and exhausted, I see her standing, smiling, waiting for no one. I wave, excited, make familiar gestures, Oblivious to my gestures, she just stares. As though challenging me for a game, With a smile on my face, I partake in, Challenging her, staring right into her eyes, Within few seconds, I blink and I lose. Enlightened, you can’t win over her cuteness. She never smiles when I look at her...