Our Private Ballroom Poem by White Tiger

I held her hand as we danced all night
We stared at each other, it was love at first sight

We danced and we pranced
In our private ballroom
We danced on a cloud
Till the next day, passed noon
Her dress was white
With emerald stones
Her shoes made of glass
With identical tones
She was always a princess
And always will be
So sensuous and nice
Meaning the world to me.

I held her hand and we danced till noon
my princess and I, in our private ballroom.


C. Vergara
07.27.2008