He approached with a bright white smile.
He had an important event to attend.
He knew I avoid them,
As I feel it drags my light.
Touching my heart,
He used all the right words:
My Queen, My Love,
come with me.
There I found myself,
Because of him, because we were a team.
People smiling, people drinking,
People dragging and bragging.
He asked me to dance,
He knew my mind would fly into romance,
Touching my senses,
again he whispered togetherness.
It was his big time,
he had to speak,
and I had to sneak,
A Smile...
From a rich and popular corner,
I felt a strange energy,
looking towards me familiar eyes,
from a fast tracked past.
He felt it too,
And came on hold,
Looked straight at the beholder,
Making the first move, recognizing the past tense.
Mr. Beholder I thank you,
For not holding her,
My Queen, in your past,
Because so happy now I am, as her King.
My heart jumping fast,
Swallowed back.
Yes, happy,
I thanked Mr. Past too.
My King and I,
hands together,
Hearts tied up,
followed his script both with satisfaction.
The dance stopped, my mind is working again,
forwards, backwards, into present chain,
wondering what happened with my wildness,
Mr. King, on my slippery, conquered his kingdom.
What a master!
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I would like to translate this poem
He is still there. With widom you have that you know very well