Pride Before A Fall Then Romace Poem by Philip Carter

With a dress that hugs her curves so well
And is slit up to the thigh
It's a look that every woman wants
And one that catches each mans eye
She knows that she is turning heads
As she walks with poise and grace
Trying not to show the world
The knowing smile upon her face
Then all at once, she's on the floor
Her stiletto has lost its heel
Sprawled out on the pavement
A loss of dignity she feels
Afraid to look at those around
In case the laughter does begin
And she hears the ridicule
And other nasty things
But a hand reaches out
To help her to her feet
Collecting her spilt possessions
She gets helped towards a seat
The kind man is not the type
She would give a second glance
But he has such kind eyes
This could be a new romance
But now I leave it up to you
How this tale will end
Is it happy ever after?
Or will he just be a good friend?