If You Were Single Poem by Randy McClave

I did not look in your eyes when we first met,
To see the wonder and the mystery and perhaps regret;
Nor did I spy at your lips for their attraction and appeal,
Maybe with their desire and coloring to possibly please and reveal;
And I did not look at your cleavage or even your chest,
I will not make you feel uncomfortable in most male's lusty quest;
But, before I sat down and decided with you to mingle;
I first looked at your finger, to see if you were single.

Randy L. McClave