Bye, gone (@@).

I love her face
I love her style
I love her shape.
But at me
She did  not smile
Kept a wide berth,
Oh, barely half a mile,
I'd say.
I wished that between us
It would  have clicked
But somehow it seemed
That the very idea
Gave her cramps,
Made her sick
So I finally got the message
Prepared my baggage
And left for Perth.