Two meters away you sit at your seat,
across the isle, from my stationed feet.
Felicity sparks a fire within me,
burning with passion, I feel, but does he?
I could watch you for hours,
with dreams filled with flowers.
Red roses in hand,
dancing, to the beat of the band. 
Gentle, kind and extremly sweet,
yet you're flirtatious with others, to whom I can hardly compete.
Your very presence is the treasure I seek,
yet your lack of aprehension continues its streak.