He thought about her dancing.
It wasn’t much romancing.
He passed the days simmering,
Across the dance floor shimmering.
He danced without her for hours
As she stood outside with the flowers.
Yet now without the follow-through,
His will to grab her fell too.
How he pined
And while she dined
He wished for more to send her,
And imagined how he’d …
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