• poeticsoul1 45w

    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.