A few times I approached her, she just smiled and walked away.
I could not get the courage up, and "Hi" was all I'd say.
Then, I had an idea, I would get her home address,
And send a valentine to her, and with it I'd express,

At the office, where I worked, there was an angel there.
Her hair was long and flowing, and her skin was soft and fair.

If music be the food of love, play on.
- Shakespeare