Overwhelmed by her beauty. Intoxicated by the heady aroma emanating from her every pore. Invading my senses like millions of tiny soldiers storming a new land's unprotected shores. I catch her eye, but due to my being shy, my incapability to strike up a convo, she just passes me by. And I sulk & wonder about the possibilities. Some may call it a daydream. I see us holding hands, making life plans. Then a blare from a horn snaps me back to the present. My eyes follow the queen stride down the street, a pure vision of elegance. Oh well, I tell myself, she's already spoken for. There's no way on earth for one as beautiful as she to be single, at least that's what I'm hoping for. If given the chance, I could be all the man that she needs & more. Together, we could explore the night skies tracing each constellation with intertwined fingertips. But I know that the chance must be taken if presented. That's the only way lonely nights can be prevented.