Standing at the railway station,
ticket in hand,
dark suit, polished shoes,
looking real grand.

From corner of eyes
women did glance,
taking a deep breath -
wishing for a chance.

Stepped on the train,
elegant not vain,
still the females looked,
not one, but all same.

Old and young alike
secretly looking,
you smile at them all
certainly not mocking.

The blonde lowered eyes
face all aflame,
brunettes and redheads
doing the same.

What is this aura
you ooze with delight?
Not at all self-conscious
just personal delight.

You only have one love
true to the end.
No-one else matters,
only as friends.