Every hair in place
With not a rowdy strand,
Shirt well-pressed
With no creases visible,
He walked in.
Tie tied well
With utmost precision,
Shoes shining,
With not a speck on them,
He walked in.
Smelling good
With a subtle fragrance,
Looking sharp
With inspired confidence,
He walked in.
For her, he had dressed,
Hoping she may notice sometime.
He didn’t know that
She was always the first to notice,
Whenever he walked in.
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