Christmas Rush

Christmas Rush

I was in a busy street and walked into a bookshop to buy a book for my sister as a gift
Back then when a TV set was expensive and only a few
had a set, books as present was popular
There were many bookshops, but now there is only one
I saw a girl I thought I knew, the one who had broken up with me for a reason that had made me unhappy
I touched her shoulder, but when she turned it was not her but another lovey girl and she smiled
I had nearly bought the book: “Women Must Love” When the sales lady asked for whom the book was intended told her, but she, didn't think it was a good choice instead, I bought a Barbara Cartland one.
I apologized to the smiling girl, but I was still in love with the girl who had given me deep sorrow
the girl looked mythical with her, one I could not fly to the stars on wings of love.
Going home with my Christmas gift, I stopped and thought what a fool I had been and walked back to the busy street, up and down, and looked, but I could not find the smiling girl
God had offered me a Christmas present, and I was too dense to understand