The Kings Pride And Debate, And His Princess Moment (Part2)
She entered with a beautiful gown so calm she did appear.
She walked across the dance floor all other glamour hearts leaped with fear.
She smiled with a smile of glee as she address all looking eyes
No thought of wonder could they be looking at me?
She pranced across the room through the night,
Until her hand was taken by a cheerful Knight.
He held her close as if she was his own to dance a dance he thought he had won.
Excuse me; but dear I came here alone to treasure the moment of being my own.
I have no partner to dance the night long,
But my heart is affixed and has its own song.
My dear lady I am graced with your presence as long as time will allow.
The bounce in your step as you entered the room,
Made my heart skip a beat and hear a new tune.
The glow on your face and the brightness of your smile,
Make any young knight contend with a muse.
Dear sir wipe the drool from you’re lips and be not confuse.
A dance it is, a dance only I choose.
Step away my dear sir,
This night shall be long.
I’m enjoying the cheerful spirits with music and song.
Next Knight in line takes her hand.
Dear Sir,
Let me dance the night away and closeness we need not share.
I came not for a pickup line.
Just a cheerful smile I plea,
To dance the night away until my feet hurt me.
©2010-05-24(Sharon Smith)2
