Wind and a Window Flower

LOL!

I love living bicariously throug my mom. She is too funny. She saw Hulk Hogan at the mall and went up to him and said "Hi Terry! I'm your neighbor!" She is nutz... Then she is going out tonight with an old BF who drives a ferrari... Nice. I told her I approve of the relationship as long as I get to drive the car! :) Actually, he is a good guy. I know he means well.

Hehe... Oh! I found a poem I like, which relates to a guy, liking a girl who does not like him back! I think that is what it means anyway... so that's what I am posting. Me the wind and she the flower.

Wind and a Window Flower - Robert Frost

LOVERS, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.