From across the bar

I saw in you a vision rare
lighting the contours of your face
beneath the canopy of your hair.

There was something in your stare
that compelled me to give chase.
I saw in you a vision rare.

That wink and smile, a sultry dare
that made me want to stand and race
beneath the canopy of your hair.

I approached without a care
to all the jealous in that place.
I saw in you a vision rare.

After an evening beyond compare,
you pulled me into an embrace
beneath the canopy of your hair.

Now, I say, we make quite the pair
sauntering to our own pace.
I saw in you a vision rare
beneath the canopy of your hair.