Smitten

I'm gazing at you from afar,
I saw you last week in a bar.
Your hair gleamed in the golden light,
while dancing to music that night.

You don't even know who I am.
Probably wouldn't give a damn.
I looked at you and was smitten,
shaking like a timid kitten.

Did you see me, you glanced my way,
or were you looking at the bay?
I take two steps toward you and stop,
few ladies want to date a cop.

I face danger with confidence,
but meeting you makes me feel tense.
Lovely lady, you make me feel weak,
and I can’t afford to be meek.