Meeting of chance

From across the room she notices him
as he strains to see her though the lights are dim
his black hair hung over his bright blue eyes
eyes that scream out the things he tries to hide
he is exposed, his soul is being shown
to the world where the cold air of exile is blown
he looks at her and he is intrigued
she is something he has never seen
he undresses her slowly in his mind
she stares at him as though to the rest of the world she is blind
not a word passes between the two star crossed lovers
they hide behind thier socially accepted covers
each dreaming of the other with a poetic heart
their souls are together though they are physically apart
he walks by her, never letting his eyes leave hers until he has passed
she breathes him in deeply, hoping his scent will forever last
he scolds himself for not stopping to say hello
she cherished the moment and knows that now she must go
she takes one last look at her gothic prince as she walks out the door
as he wanders slowly back to the dance floor
he scans the room for his fair maiden of sorrow
realizing she is gone, he dreams of tomorrow