The One

     It was a girl with beauty unlike the models of fame,
a girl with beauty unlike what the many have laid eyes upon;
     I wish to converse with her, yet I felt so lame.
        I did not have much, so what could I gain?

      I caught her looking over at me, in this place;
        she was looking right at me, no question.
 I was debating in my mind, while looking at her pretty face,
                what should I say to her?

     Up to her I took a step, and the words flowed freely,
               from out my mouth they came.
  "w-want m-me to, you are b-beautiful, b-buy you something?"
            I could not believe, my own cool.

         "You have a pretty nose," I told her now.
            It took her a moment to respond now,
            but then she looked at me, and smiled.

     "Thanks," she told me, "but I am dating somebody."
       Was what she said. But my plan was not over,
                       if I had one.

          "Shall we go out and dance, as friends?"
                   "No," comes her answer.
               "I know you want to," I say.

            I hug her in a sweet, sweet embrace;
          she squirms, though I know she likes it.
                  Best moment of my life.

              Now I think back to her beauty,
                      that sweet hug;
                      her sweet name.

                     Then I remember,
               while sitting here in jail,
                    what was her name?