Why Don't Fools Fall in Love?

Such luck: a pretty woman meets his eye.
He stops and musters strength to make a pass.
But he can’t speak, he fears. She’d find him crass.
He buys a drink in hopes that she will try.

Then from a seat she breathes a dreaming sigh
and gazes softly as he lifts his glass.
But look, he moves! What arms, what lips. What ass.
Oh God, she hopes, she prays he will stop by.

He leaves the bar without a glance her way
and as she feels a lonely pang, he goes,
forced not to meet the friend he’ll never know.
Unknowing folks might just confuse them for --
two people left without a word to say --
a married couple wed ten years, or more!