There are always the faces that
Have perfect smiles and eyes so
Exceptionally wild and alive. Just a glimpse
Yet quickly they disappear.

Always taunting and teasing and
Reason my mind creates, fiction too
Extravagant to satiate in circumstance.

But as much as you fantasize
Every look into those tempting lies
Always show little to no result.
Unless this was a movie, no
Twinkles will shine, all rain inside and
I will watch as they pass by
Full of fanciful glee.
Unto them I glance and wish for a chance
Lest one of them look back at me.