Hand prayer knot:
Our hands touch as she teaches me to make a prayer knot.
I feel a spark.
Her face is beautiful and alive.

Pulchritude:
We go it to the dance.
She has pulchritude,
Even though I don't have the nerve to tell her.

Pictures:
Our pictures are taken.
My hand trembles as I tie her corsage.
She looks beautiful.

Silence:
The silence returns as we enter the dance floor. It has an awkward tinge.
I wish I could hold her hand or something to lighten the atmosphere.
When I look at her I forget everything.
The tension eases as we begin to talk.

Quiet outside:
It is quiet outside.
It is peaceful as the rain drops come down on our heads.
The urge to hold her hand appears again.
I look down at the water speckled boards.

Jumping:
The night begins to blur.
The jumping, the spinning, the dancing, the laughing, the talking.
It is all on one moment frozen in time. So small as to be nonexistent, yet so large as to be our life.

Final song:
The final song has begun, Home.
I wish to dance with her yet the fear is too great.
And yet with an unfathomable will she crosses the bridge between us and asks to dance.

What is this unknown emotion?
What is this unknown emotion?
Is it fear? No, it is to joyful.
Is it joy? No, I feel too anxious.
Is it anxiety? No, I feel to calm.
I have no words to describe what I feel.
Love? No, love is too strong of a word.
Like? No, like his too week.

Even without words it is so strong and unbound, yet un-actionable.
She asks what is to come. I look into her eyes and can think of nothing to say.

Tomorrow:
I wake up the next morning with one thought in my head, the intriguing girl.
The one so beautiful as to cause me to forget, yet so smart.
So strong-willed as to ask me to dance, yet so shy.

May we meet again and again,
oh mysterious girl, oh wondrous girl, oh beauty girl.