The Rose

A shy boy sits in the front row,
Watching the show with his heart in his throat.
She looked so beautiful,
Singing with all her heart.
She had the most beautiful voice.
Only an ensemble member,
She still shone on the stage,
To him, anyway.
The show ended,
And applause echoed through the auditorium.
The shy boy threw the rose he had been clutching the whole time onto the stage. 

But she didn't pick it up.

The lead, thinking it was meant for her, gathered it in her arms and blew a kiss to the audience,
And the ensemble girl walked off stage,
Never knowing the rose 
Was meant
For her.