As they diligently resume
Meaningless dialogue with whom
Could never ease their solitary gloom,
Their eyes hungrily consume
All the other sites in the room.
As his eyes change direction
He allows for a second's infection
Of her breathtaking perfection,
Before snapping back to attention
To avoid any objection.
She catches his stare,
Her companions unaware
She'll soon retire of their care
To interrupt his trivial affair,
Answering his every prayer.
What if there existed a chance
For the lifelong dance
Of a beautiful romance
To evolve from the trance
Produced by one shared glance? |
Submission Name: The Glance
. i supose this is wishful thinking, and i can't say that i hate it. its so willfully wraps you up in the what -ifs. in the hopes that love will win the good fight, and that evil will one day take a backseat. i can't imagine the world then. i don't understand what it would be like. i love this. love at a glance. wishful thinking is all that really comes to mind. and why not think wishfully. they are such beautiful wishes and dreams.