Her

There is a girl,

She goes from the road in front of my home,

The mask comes in between my eyes and half her face,

But still I look at her eyes until she passes away in the turn.

On the scooty with her mom,

Bag on her back,

On her way to her tuition or her home,

I don't know.

She too stares at me, 'cause her eyes catch with mine,

This is not liking nor attraction,

Just a way to appreciate her

I want to tell her,

Her eyes are one of the most beautiful.

If she is reading this,

Take care and goodbye.