The Dance

She gently glides down the stairs
A fistful of tulle in her clutch
The soft perfection of her hair
Is only second to her touch

He grabs her arm quite softly
Ignores the difference in their height
He leans in to tell her, gently,
"You look beautiful tonight."

She replies to his complement
And looks into his eyes
Wishing she knew exactly what he meant
And hoping it wasn't lies

Dinner passes by so fast
And the conversation's thick
Both hoping this dinner isn't the last
And that the night won't end as quick

They quickly rush to the place
Where the dance is to be held
A glow is present on her face
He finds it a sight to be beheld.

He waits 'till the right song
To take her out onto the floor
She quietly goes along
Hoping it will lead to something more.

He gently grabs her by the waist
And puts her arms around his neck
Against his chest, she rests her face
And on her head, she feels a peck.

Body touching body
Heart in time with heart
If only they could both see
That neither want to part.

The song ends too fast
They hesitantly separate
Both hope this dance won't be the last
And they'll be brought back together by fate

Eventually, the night is done
And they stand together, face-to-face
"Tonight, I had a lot of fun."
She said, her feet shifting in place

He sweeps her up and hold her close
They share a passionate kiss
He replies, "You're the one I love the most,
The one I'll always miss."

However, It's only in her mind
That, that last stance will happen
But if she could somehow give him a sign
Maybe, his heart she could get in.

But she lays her head upon his lap
As her parents drive him home
Hoping her heart won't collapse
And that it's not beating fast alone.

Now, if it's a happy ending you're looking for
Read work from another poet
The last stance may leave you wanting more
And maybe later, you'll get it.

Now, Instead of finding love
When they found each other
Nothing was sent down from above
Because all the while, he wanted another

Everyday, they talk online
But have run out of things to say
Maybe the stagnant window is a sign
Things weren't meant to go this way.