An Opportunity Lost Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

I dare not dare to ask the dance.
I cannot bear to take that chance
Though none compare to her aisance,
Heart, in despair, cannot advance.

Returning stare with smiling glance
I muse on muse as in a trance,
Naught could prepare for what’s perchance
Earth’s fairest fair, soft, countenance.

Her lustrous hair shines to enhance
The angel air that must entrance
All who with flair in vraisemblance
Love-struck are there, with no nuance.

My joy I’d share, each circumstance,
Of dreams and prayer the sum, romance
Replaces care, insouciance
Gilds everywhere where falls her glance.

A form hors pair I eye askance,
Exquisite, rare, I’d die for France!
Why can’t I dare my suit advance:
Her heart to share through life’s long dance?