You enter the room and time stands still,
breath held in anticipation, awaiting the thrill.
Will you say the magic words or be unaware
of my heart and eyes begging, with silent stare.
Music is softly playing a favorite tune,
all the girls are watching, in a light swoon.
Which one will be chosen tonight,
the blonde on the left or the redhead on the right.
Many evenings have I awaited your glance,
turning down all invitations to dance.
Now that you are here should I dare
be so forward and say I don't care?
Just hold me in your arms and sway
with the music as it plays?
Would you be my hero of dreams
and fly me away to places unseen?
Would you Dance,
If I asked you to Dance?
I'm waiting on you, so please,
Save the last dance for me.









Sheila
18 old applause
