The Lady Of Lance Poem by sania harris

The lady of lance
Look how she dance!
Cent young men, at her stare
Yearning to be her very best pair
With curly blonde locks fondling her face
She takes slow, flow, steps in grace
She dances in the moon light
Along with the stars, making her bright
Agonizing tiptoes she takes
She glides slowly like the snowflakes
Her hands mold scenic artistic drops
She sways and waves in magic pops
She fills the crowd with heartfelt romance
And this is how, the lady dance!


February 14th, 2009