The Dance

Behold this beauty of the night.
Just to see her is sheer delight.
I watch her glide across the floor.
She is someone I adore.
I watch the light upon her shine
and I wished she was mine.
She approaches me, I stiffen up.
She asks to dance.
I drop my cup.
She says to me come have fun
please with me dance this one.
After that dance we sat one out.
There was magic in it I have no doubt.
Then she said that she liked me.
I thought to myself how can this be?
Then I said I like you too.
To our friends we said adieu.
Then we left hand in hand.
That night for me and her was so grand.
Written By
Michael Kaser

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