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The air is heavy, as music fills the room
The loud sounds from the DJ, take up space
Holding her gaze briefly, but he dare not assume
He knew she could be, his one saving grace

She blushed, like petals of a rose bouquet
Watching him walk, across the crowded floor
Trying very hard, though, she couldn’t look away
She felt his stare, straight through, to her core

Afraid to do something, if he must confess
He bowed his head, in silent despair
Not sure what to say, so she would say yes
He quietly stood, next to this maiden, fair

Clearing his throat, gathering up his nerve
He simply asked her if she cared to dance
Graciously, accepting, with quite the verve
You never know, unless you take the chance


December Writing Prompt – Holding her gaze briefly from across the room, he knew… – Day 12/31

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