You may not know
But you may look my way
For the reflection in the glass
May distort what you see
And forever my display

For whatever reason you wish not to look
For fear, for shame
For you might be mistook
I’ll take a chance and keep looking in your direction
And you might consider me crass
Or mistake my eyes for an inspection

…But how those eyes…stay closed and shy
How those cheeks turn with pride, away to the side
You may be correct that I needed a second glance
Did you know that strangers meet by chance?
But only if first they wish to dance

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