It was not what she said
Because her lips remained silent
Whatever words be misread
But my faith became abeyant
From the corner of my eye
I found allure in her every motion
My sparkling banter was wry
But hardly an effective potion
Smoldering dark looks are haunting
She fans the brewing fire inside me
Gaining her attention is daunting
I could trip and spill my iced tea
No thanks to my endless youth
She could hardly be impressed
Deep within my eyes is the truth
Near her my sureness regressed
I warmly sensed a growing smile
Not on her, but it enveloped my entire face
The steps between us felt a mile
Eyes locking, doubt vanished leaving no trace
Ticket 2 Ride 
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