Fireworks on the dance floor

Poetry, Romance, Romantic

I

I wanna be that fellow

That dances with the redhead

In a Viennese waltz

At the end of the night

Ii

I want to guide her

Around the floor

Her dainty feet skipping

Off the glitter ball lights

Iii

Eyes on the prize

As lights skip on the floor

And Rose Red dances delightfully

With her Prince Charming

Iv

Captivated by her delicate poise

Our movement just floating … hardly a noise

And watching us both….a bit of a crowd

Though it’s only the music that seems a bit loud

V

Fireworks ? Magic as we travel around floor

The crowd they applaud and yell out for more

But as spotlight leaves us, something they’ll miss

In the dark of a second, a surreptitious kiss

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