She stands there waiting,
Listening to the music, anticipating;
Will he come to her and ask?
Or will he keep drinking from his flask?
The hour grows late
And still she waits.
He is still there
Looking at her.....so fair.
The music grips her
She can feel it envelope her.
She walks to the dance floor
Feeling her spirits soar.
Her body moves of its own accord
Following the rhythm of guitar chords.
She moves openly and freely
As she glances at him wickedly.
Everyone looks on as she continues to dance,
Wondering of the budding romance.
Between those two who stare,
From a distance, the fire flares.
When the dance is done
Clapping comes from everyone.
She curtsies in grace,
With a smile on her face.
With that she walks away
And now he asks "Can I have this dance?"
She replies, "I'm sorry, but you had your chance."
