Belle of the Ball
my new peach dress
so fastidiously pressed
in hope that a man will seek to caress
Strauss’s Blue Danube calls
reverberates through halls
streaming from Michelangelo walls
coy ladies smile
bright eyes beguile
captivating men’s attention for a while
as gentlemen twirl them
I, a lone femme
feel humbled, an unwanted gem
but wait
a princely man approaches with rapid gait
pounding of my heart will not abate
laughter replaces loneliness this night
he leads me to the floor beneath candlelight
this welcome twist of fate feels so right
liberated, we dance
our prelude to romance
my heart receives another chance
swaying, he inhales my perfume
scent of gardenias in full bloom
with passion, we are both consumed
gaiety undulates in each step we take
if this is a dream, I dare not wake
such precious bliss I could never remake
*Written November 16, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
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