By Chance

He keeps to himself;
he's not a big shot,
He really is happy,
with just what he's got.

She's a bit of a wild child;
she's never been silent,
But when the going gets tough,
she won't get violent.

They met at a club,
but not by choice,
His friends had forced him out;
he tried to use his voice.

She'd been down on her luck,
sitting home all alone,
Watching old movies,
and staring at the phone.

Her friends knew,
she needed a night,
To make her forget,
to give back her fight.

The Broken Rose,
the hottest place,
But both of our stars,
were hiding-- saving face,

At the bar,
next to each other,
Grumbling about,
friends acting like Mother.

She downs a shot,
he takes his turn,
Next thing you know,
they both start to burn.

He takes her out,
they walk in the park,
With the glow of the moon,
it doesn't feel dark.

A wooden bench,
they sit together,
Their moods uplifted,
like finding clear weather.

They share a kiss,
and then one more,
And only then they realize,
in the morning, it's four.

He drives her home,
she writes a note,
And when she hands it to him,
his heart starts to float.

They say their goodbyes,
he heads back home,
And as he flops on his bed,
his thoughts start to roam.

Suddenly, he recalls,
the little scrap,
She wrote for him,
in the blink of a snap.

Out it comes,
and open it is,
Hands start to tremble;
he knows that they're his.

The pretty script,
the tidy lines,
He cannot deny;
he knows the signs.

A number written,
near the end,
Puts him on Cloud 9,
and allows him to ascend,

Into his dreams,
where life is good,
And love is easy;
he's finally understood.