Let's look back at a cloudy Sunday.
In a small village, who knows where that is.
There was a young man, the star of this play.
Helping grandma to sell her signature dish.
At the local Indonesian pasar.
He’s bored sitting, selling, waiting.
Till he noticed the lady from afar.
The stand facing him, his heart pulsating.
Her hair, chocolate eyes, caramel skin.
Their choice of language– with their eyes they spoke.
The market's closing, someone had to step-in.
She's at the table, waiting for one poke.
So what happened next– an easy guess, right?
The young man, tongue-tied, froze in total fright...