Dancing Queen

I've met her at a party and I was charmed by her beauty; her dazzling purity was like a drowse of ecstasy. I watched her dance with crowd around her; my drunken soul became sober. It was my first time, I could remember; it was a cold night of November. I couldn't forget her since then, for my heart was deeply smitten. But oh Lord, what a shame! I forgot to ask her name. So I waited for that chance to once again see her glance. At the same place where we've met, I've waited seriously like a patient. Then one night, she came again, and I was lit like a fountain. We danced all night, but what a shame, I still forgot to ask her name. So I went home with laying shoulder. My mind was filled with thoughts of her. To my shock, she was there hugging with my drunkard uncle. It took me time to process the news like the IRS charged my dues. For to my shock once again, the fine maiden was my long lost cousin. My feelings for her died that day, though I still hope and pray that one day, someone like her will light to flame my dying ember. *The approach was inspired by Dancing Queen (1993), but an entirely different and original plot* October 2, 2022 Tragi comedy Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joe Maverick