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?