Masquerade Ball
She sat on a bench in the balcony
Watching the dancers below
Beautiful and serene
Her mask didn’t show
Her velvet skin so soft
Blue eyes that twinkled
like stars on a night sky
He came up to the balcony
To escape the girls curious eyes
He didn’t want to be there
They all thought he was a rich prize
Hounding him as he tried to disappear
He heard a quiet sigh
He looked around the pillar
And saw the most beautiful girl
Watching all the others below dance
His heart started to beat rapidly
He wondered if he would have a chance
He said,” Hello, why aren’t you down there?”
She smiled and shook her beautiful blonde hair
“I can’t dance,” she sadly said
“So I came up here to hide my shame,
For you see, I am lame.”
He sat next to her and they started to talk
Time passed and he realized what a treasure she was
How could she think otherwise?
In his heart there were butterflies
“Well, let me teach you up here.
There will be only you and I.”
“You will enjoy dancing, you will see.”
She hesitated and bowed her head down
Afraid she was silent her face had a little frown
Raising her head she sighed inwardly and said
“Thank you kind sir, I can’t dance for I have a bad limp.”
“I am afraid if I should try to dance I might trip.”
He smiled at this lovely girl that had won his heart
And slowly extended his hand
She looked up into his kind eyes
Taking his hand she stood up and he said
“Hold onto me and we will dance up here,
I won’t let you fall or trip so have no fear.”
They danced very slowly to the music from below
He held her tightly in his arms and didn’t let go
As they danced he smiled as he realized that
When she wasn’t thinking about being lame
She hardly limped at all
No one would have really noticed it at the ball.
At the end of the night they had fallen in love
She knew he was the one for her there was no doubt
He told her he would call the very next day
He didn’t want her to have a chance to stray
So you see, there is always a chance for romance
But you must be willing to try
All it takes is looking for the perfect guy
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Beautiful the romance they share.
Wonderful~~
Lady Mary Ann
When I was limping so badly (I never was lame ;-)) that my doctor told me to get into a wheelchair so that I would stop tripping and falling, I met a girl at work that was a professional dancer after working hours and on weekends. I'd always loved to dance and we loved to dance together from fast to slow. I found the advantage in dancing was that I could go into a fall and still catch myself (or have her catch me) as part of an intricate maneuver like a spin by using moment and my still strong sense of balance. I actually could dance better than I could walk in a straight line. Thanks to her fantastic moves, people would often clap when they would see us on the dance floor. She still dances and I'm trying to get her to try out for America's Got Talent. She sings Proud Mary and does a mean Tina Turner at 72.
Ron
A fast paced romance that shakes the rafters sure puts a lot of excitement into love. Well done, Kathleen.
Michael D.
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