I met his eyes across the room
Clichéd, but 'twas a start
And as a knowing smile appeared
I focused on his heart

Much was said without a word
We laughed before we spoke
And with a wink, a nod, and smirk
Evolved an inside joke

As we mingled with the crowd
He made his way towards me
But every time we almost met
Our grace blocked destiny

Pleasantries - etiquette
What a bunch of crap
If one more prospect passes by
I swear I'm going to snap