Blushed she and shyly said, " may I please have a dance with you"
Quizzically he looked, but
alongside, went on the dance floor too.
Wondered she, how did this happen, how did I gather this courage !
Her friend softly murmured, "he has always been your rage" !

Snuggled she into his arms, felt she, his heart beats, as she leaned a bit.
Lost she was, in her own world, her body around him curled; a close fit.
The warmth of his body, so close to her; it was ecstacy sheer.
She glided gracefully, like a mermaid, as he did lead n steer.

A smile crossed her wrinkled face, as she this did remember.
Remembered she the glow n colour on her face; n that heat like ember.
Just that one dance, had changed her world, be it would a lasting memory.
Precious it would be, as if
a jewel made of studded diamonds in gold and ivory.

Armin Dutia Motashaw.