Now, Shall We Dance
a dizain
Marie appears on edge, far from sedate,
in stylish gown of white, with graceful curves.
Young Matthew, her acclaimed, has changed of late,
refined is he, in black suit, full of nerves.
It's prom night as this spectator observes.
I notice charming prince, corsage in hand
and marvel - he's become a handsome man,
belab'ring bashful thoughts of how to dance.
Envis'ning endless dreams now left to plan.
First dance? 'tis everything, Such sweet romance.
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