In the dim-lit glow of a neon night,
Joe's heart beats fast, his eyes ignite,
He sees her there, in the city's trance,
A young woman with a mystic glance.
He feels a pull, a magnetic force,
As she moves through the crowd with no remorse,
In her presence, he feels alive,
Determined to make her his drive.
Joe's on a mission to entrance,
With every word, every glance,
He'll sweep her off her feet,
In this dance of fate, their souls will meet.
He approaches her with a nervous smile,
Hoping she'll stay for just a while,
He offers a drink, a chance to unwind,
In his eyes, a world to find.
She hesitates but takes his hand,
Drawn to him like grains to sand,
In his voice, a melody she hears,
As they journey through the night, free from fears.
Joe's on a mission to entrance,
With every word, every glance,
He'll sweep her off her feet,
In this dance of fate, their souls will meet.