Once were two high school sweethearts,
Met for their senior dance.
He was her king, she was his queen,
Each other, each enchants.
She loved this boy, all heart and soul
He set her continence aglow.
Eyes only on each other,
The band played something slow.

A corsage of yellow roses
Penned to her evening dress.
He touched her lightly on the cheek,
The slightest of caress.
She was his raving beauty
By her all others paled.
Tonight they had some special plans,
New heights on passion's scale.

They stepped up to the music
Their passion made it right.
Then thoughtless words were spoken
And he vanished in the night.
Alone, now, on the dance floor
Love lost, without her flame.
Her tears fell on her dance card
Filled only with his name.
Two minds in tune, together,
For an evening of romance.....
They came so close to dancing,
But never danced the dance.

She tried dancing with new partners,
But they never got the beat.
They often held her crushing close,
Or stepped upon her feet.
Sadly then she walked away,
And sat back in her chair.
Lost the spirit of the dance,
Because he wasn't there.
While others asked to dance with her
They never understood.
No other boy could dance the dance
Not like she knew they could.

Ne'er to feel his hand a pressing
Upon her body tight.
Nor the passioned invitation
For their bodies to unite.
Now sits a lonely damsel,
So sad, with dreams entranced.
She stood up for the music,
But never danced the dance.
Every day she thought of him
And put him in her prayers;
Like a beacon in her window,
Telling him that she's still there.
She hoped and prayed as years rolled by,
That on some circumstance,
He'll pass by and see her light
And ask her for the dance.

Time rolled on, and decades past,
When an old man tinged in grey
Appeared right near her front gate
On a warm clear April day.
The old man shuffled to the door
And bowed his head a spell,
Muttered then a silent prayer,
Then pushed the button for the bell.
She watched him thru the curtain
And it took a little while,
To see beneath his grey and cane
That reminiscent smile.
She turned then from the window
And scurried across the floor,
Placed her aged hand upon the knob,
And slowly opened up the door.
His sight had took her breath away
Together at long last.
The look that flew between them
Was like the years had never past.


He said, "Emmie dear, is that you
Beneath that curly gray?
Aside from that and those wire specs
Why, you haven't changed a day....
Em, what a fool I was
When I walked away.
Even though I turned my back
I've loved you more that I can say.
I've crossed the world, ran from myself,
But your face was on my mind.
I'm so sorry for the mess I caused,
Man this fool was blind."

Her wrinkled hand then touched him
Ere so softly on the cheek.
Her touch ran deeply to his soul,
He could hardly speak.
She ran her hand across his face
The slightest of caress,
Then pulled something folded
From the pocket of her dress.
An old and wrinkled dance card
With his name on every line.
"You've been gone so very long
Come in, old Love of mine."

The house was ripe with music
From her little radio,
Playing oldies from the past
Something smooth and slow.
She said" That music's awful pretty,
You know we never had a chance.
Are you really up for this?
Would you like to dance?"
They rose then to the music,
His hands pressed her body tight.
They felt the passioned invitation
For their bodies to ignite.
They twirled so thru the oldies,
In a love infusioned trance.
Then she lead him to her boudoir,
Where they finally danced the dance......

03/05/2009

Posted on 03/06/2009
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