My Dancing Queen

My old bones swayed to the old tune bringing back memories long forgotten. My spirit rejoiced in exultation of a ne'er forgotten loving excitation. For you’re my Dancing Queen..... There you stood like a wallflower, indifferent, lukewarm, nonchalant; seemingly thinking about other things. You drove me mad, my dancing queen, you taunted me perilously, wretchedly. How could I ever bear the teasing looks you guardedly gave me, my lovely nymph? I was dancing with some insipid teen, definitely not having the time of my life; my loving eyes piercing your sensuous curves like Eros arrows hitting at random and at will. Yet you looked on as if I was not there. The music grew to a raw crescendo.... For you were my dancing queen and suddenly I was madly in love with you. I twirled, spun and tripped over you. The music stopped, dancers gazed at me with a heartfelt pang as I lay sprawled at your feet. A racking malaise stabbed my whole being until I felt your strong hands help me up steadying me, and leading me to a chair. And you were only nineteen!!! The music began again, the old familiar strains How nimble you could dance, Oh how I yearn for that sweet moment For you were my dancing queen...... You danced away while I stayed put as my foot swelled with excruciating pain. The euphoric dance came to a halt. The lights went low. You helped me to your waiting car. I leant back, tired and abject Until I felt your lips on mine; the heavenly music began again... yes, yes you’re my dancing queen, you will always be my dancing queen.