1, 2, 3 Waltz
He rode in on his hypothetical stead
With a classic demeanor
Some would call it, old fashioned in this age of "bae" and other oddities
She however, was taken aback by his intellectual wittiness
She felt as though she were a queen, bowing before a mid-century king
A voice that commanded attention, capped with a mysterious, "come hither" grin
There was nothing more for her to do, except give her best curtsy in this dance, waiting to see which one of them takes the lead.