Opening The Opera Ball Poem by Kinga Fabo

How many women!
How much time you've been given.
How many borrowed charm's been shattered around.

But before the ball - the fuss -
begins: casts its anchor.
Swing about. Shoots through

- the deadlock - casts its anchor: tightly drawn.
How many men!
How much chance you've been given,

tick-tocking the timed desire.
A lash screens of how's one priced.
How many borrowed charm.

The focus of desire! Drawns
so many frustrated glances.
The blond sponsor of my dreams.

As a bridge - through - a glance.
He could be brown haired, yet - must have a sight.
The blond sponsor of my dreams.

And that is me! The Odd Couple.
Walks on command.
My prom shoes worth a lot.

My prom shoes are run down,
walk on command.
Coming to a halt, I take

a step back:
the place has a cover.
How should I behave.

I haven't killed anyone as of late.
Do I have any reasons?
I'm opening the Opera Ball.

(Gabor G. Gyukics)