Betting on a Fluke

I fall in love with you everyday,

your face is never the same,

nor is your body or hair,

or eyes or voice.

But I fall in love with you everyday,

maybe on the bus, maybe at the market

maybe in my own backyard.

There’s always one,

who I could see loving,

if the thing weren’t the thing.

Our eyes meet for a long moment,

but neither of us is blushing.

We exchange glances,

catch each other looking.

Her smile is a lure,

but she don’t know it.

I see a humble and peaceful girl,

when I look at her.

Cannot fantasize about holding,

tears begin to well,

lip begins to shake.

For I know the score,

I know my odds and I’m a long shot,

if there ever was one.

But I wouldn’t even look,

if I did not have hope.