The Music Spelt Romance Poem by Joyce Hemsley

A handsome marine
with shiny groomed hair
was walking right over to me;
a smart looking fellow
with manners to spare
and his smiles were
pure magic to me.

Maybe I was timid,
maybe I was shy,
but I had to stay calm
and play by the rule,
for he was the partner
I was thinking about...
what to do ~ how to act?
play it cool!

My pale hands were
trembling, and my pulse
rate climbed high...I thought
I stood not a chance,
but I gazed at him fondly,
he gazed back at me
and asked 'could he share
the last dance'.

Soon we were married,
my golden ring gleams.
I played it so cool
and followed my dreams,
forever thinking that
I stood not a chance,
but he sang to me softly and
the music spelt Romance.