Lovely music fills the room
attraction wafts like fine perfume
ladies waiting for their chance
will he, won’t he, ask to dance?
There she stood against the wall
beautifully vulnerable at the ball
watching; how she longed to dance
if only someone took the chance.
Couples dancing close and slow
the moon was shy and dipping low
her eyes they met a young man’s glance…
take a chance, please take a chance.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Poets United.