A waiter's love.

You walked pass by me.
Without a word, you sat over the cold bench,
and pissed off on me.
Try to look into your eyes but you just ignore me.
I'm just like a waiter trying to take your order.
Can I just get into you and write down what you want?
May I take your order please?
Coffee, Tea or just me?

Yet, you just sit there.
Watching different people walked by,
and just let the time slips.
Hey you, can I take your order please?
Diamonds, jewels or just plain gold?

Come on baby, speak it out.
I'm tired of mind games.
Seriously, may I take your order please?
And finally, you looked at me.
You left, with a shade of tears falling down.

This guilt strucked me.
I should know your order will be,
a love with care, tender, understanding and of course,
a lot of love from me to you.

Your order is written down.
Love from a waiter to you.