While I sit alone in quiet grace,
A longing gaze upon her face,
She dances through the crowded bar,
Unaware of how near she is to star.
I wait in shadows, hoping she’ll see,
That my love is steady, deep, and free,
One day she’ll choose me, beyond the bar,
Over fleeting nights, and all that’s bizarre.
Until then, I hold this silent vow,
To cherish love, and wonder how
Someday she’ll turn, her heart from so far,
And choose me over the bar.