C-L-S

The songbird sings of hope

Hope it does not own

In pure silence, it copes

Aching all alone

It ensures joy to all

To all but itself

the room smelled sweet 

sweetness a mix between

the sterile and calm

a sweet temptation just out of my reach 

Looking at you two

as you "dance" on the "dance floor"

which is really just an empty spot on the ground

as you hold hands awkwardly

though enjoying it

as you experience feelings that I've never experienced before.

This is from a much longer story in verse I'm writing, so it's quite out-of-context, but I really liked how this stanza turned out.  Sometimes, like today, just one perfect-seeming part lights up my day.