Was his dream of her viable
She looked so delectable
But he knew she was a woman of fine words
And she could have the finest things in life
So why would she look at him tonight
Why would this angel of delight
Ever consider even recognising him
So he stood back and admired from afar
He would worshipped her at the terminal of beauty
If he thought it would have done any good.
So the night went on and sated himself
With stories created between them in his imagination
He was restrained by the awe he had for her,
And he watched work the room
He grace, her style, her beauty and aplomb
Of drawing people in and amazing them
Gave him more reason to believe he would be out of his depth
So he decided to make no advances
And as the night drew to an end
And she had danced so many dances
She passed him by and the smell of her perfume was divine.
She stop just as she passed
Then looked and smiled at him at last
And said ‘I can’t wait are you going to ask?’
He was taken aback and enquired what he should ask?
And she said ‘I was hoping you would ask to take me home’
And as he reeled from the shock
He managed to get back on top
And said that it would be bliss
If she would let him take home
On an a night such as this
And that’s exactly what in the end he did
And his life was never better because of this.