That Guy

In that wedding In that piece of pandemonium I saw him, right there In between the crowd Where he was performing a traditional dance I locked my eyes on him And God! I wondered he looked just like him But even more beautiful, more powerful, much handsomer I waited and waited until he noticed me I was there, so far away, on that table Sitting upright, eyes locked, and thoughtful Will I ever see him again? That shared hidden passion That I loved to practice The dance finished, the guy left with his crew I sat in despair and sighed I would never see him again A week passed, a wedding was on plate I attended it elegantly Dancing with ways It was a lady- only matter So I took off my scarf And lay down my hair The groom entered the hall We all shall put our scarf on To his beloved bride he walked With such intensity and pride The traditional crew walked right in I just sat there and looked Until I saw him again That guy Whatever his name is I lay down a smile of delight And pointed in my mind And said “that is him” Oh thank you God for this! I sighed vulnerably again to realize I would never see him again