Hello ma’am, I have for you
A query I need answers to
You see, I was across the bar
Seated, writing, mind afar
But then a shimmer caught my eye
It was your gaze as you walked by
And so I was compelled to think
Would this girl join me for a drink?
Now here we are; sappy, I know
I am not Edgar Allen Poe
My pen does not Tell Tales of Heart
But every story has a start
What if this was both yours and mine?
My dear, you’re looking mighty fine
What better way to introduce
Our journey than with this Chartreuse?
Let me politely fill your glass
That dress tells me you have such class
Let’s talk and see where things might go
That smile says you’d like to know