Wallflower
I traveled to the south of France,
he caught my eye with piercing glance.
It must have been a girlish crush
with blissful feelings of romance.
A simple glance that made me flush
for something I would never rush.
I fantasized; he wanted me,
then dropped my chin and feigned a blush.
I gave a little smile you see
and pictured him on bended knee.
It bothered me, I do recall
to think a man would marry me.
So as I stood against the wall
and waited for his beck and call,
he never asked me for a dance.
With head hung low I left the ball.
Adding your comment:
thank u sweet one!
Well, I guess I'm rebellious. Either she goes to him or he gets better spectacles, one of the two. 
and love
