With panoramic sweep of crowded room,
By chance I spy upon a face so sweet,
And softly pure. Her graceful form does loom
Above the rest, in my mind. In hopes to meet
Her soon, I mouth a short hello. She sees,
But turns as if to ignore. But looking back,
She locks her eyes with mine as if to tease
Me shortly into gathering what I lack.
Yet dare I go to offer open palm,
To seek her to accompany me in dance?
How can one overcome the fears and qualms,
About ability to take a chance?
When self-esteem is low, I can not go.
Though my heart is saying yes, my mind says no.
Above the smoky haze, the clinking glass,
The din of music, rose the lady of Troy
But with the features of an Irish lass.
Our eyes connect. She turns to play the coy
And unsuspecting innocent. Her lithe
Form luring, calling, asking me to come
Over to her. She's dancing now, there with
Her friends, as I stand here, unmoving, numb.
I blink. I think, if I should dare to move
And offer my hand, asking her to dance,
And be passed on by her, only to prove
Doubts of ability to take a chance.
When self-esteem is low, I cannot go.
Though my heart is saying yes, my mind says no.
The smoky haze from cigarettes. The clink
Of glass on glass, the music blaring from
The speakers. People chatting like a group
Of geese. Upon my sight of her, the geese
Transform to ugly ducklings, paling in
Comparison to her smooth tanned skin. She,
With eyes more green than spring leaves, She with hair
A blushing blonde. She in that snug fit dress.
My mind had placed her out of reach, a gift
From God, too much for mortal man. A work
Of art to be appreciated, not
To be touched. I missed my chance, when I lingered,
I paused, admiring, when I noticed it
Was she, I saw, the unapproachable one.