A Young Lady... Poem by Denis Martindale

I saw her dancing so I stayed, unable to depart,
Because of talents there displayed that stirred my very heart...
The moment that she stopped was when I ventured learning more,
As if new courage prompted then as I had crossed the floor...
She looked ahead and saw me smile and in that moment knew,
That very soon and in a while, I'd whisper, 'I love you! '
And so she smiled acceptingly, as if to coax me on,
I flirted quite outrageously with all my doubts now gone...
And then I took her hand to dance, a slow dance cheek-to-cheek,
With that sweetheart I'd met by chance, so precious and unique...
I'm meeting her tomorrow night, our next dance as agreed,
A second chance to get things right, because this time I'll lead!


Denis Martindale April 2017.