Standing sober there
Surrounded by drunken cheer
I wonder, coincidence?
You smiling there
In your simple beautiful ways
And your simply-done hair
Staring back at me
Smile, soft and loose
Resting there so naturally
Resisting the urge to look away
As you come in close
Holding nervous breath
In a nervous throat
Waiting to hear your voice
'YOU'
I would love to...
And tell me love,
That 'm not dreaming...