The Lass I Saw

On a fine Sunday morning,
the service that I was attending,
I chanced upon a lass so pretty looking;
she was a part of the choir team, singing.

And from where I was sitting,
there was nothing obstructing,
I could tell that she saw me glancing
for our eyes they met without stopping.

"Who is this?", I kept wondering.
My next impulse then kept me thinking,
whether I should approach without practicing,
of what I should say and the manner of my asking.

So I ended up doing nothing.
But I got her name; and that was something!
Jade E was her name, and that was all I was needing
to composing this, for my eternity to remembering.