There in the crowd,
Alone and then found.
A sight for eyes to feed upon,
I did not believe
That you were for me.
Our chance sealed with a date,
A chance to see you later.
Though it still may not matter
For the boundaries
That stand between
Both you and me.
And even through it all,
What really might cause our fall,
Is my overbearing mouth.
And my pride, the inability to bow.