Beautiful ladies in lovely dresses
Twirling round gentlemen dashing and fair
Her eyes sparkle brightly, grace caresses
The curve of her cheek and locks of her hair
Dances she does, she spins round and she twirls
Gliding on air as she takes to the floor
Belle of the eve’ as night slowly unfurls
Sapphire jewel of my heart, flawless and sure
To be so bold, if I might have this dance
To have such hope, that I may get that chance
Join her in such a glorious sortie
And dance through the night to set our hearts free
Monday, November 23, 2009
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