Alone in a crowded room
Detached from the goings on
Back against a wall
Staring out at everything and no one
Glass of wine in hand
Looking poised and proper
Fake little smiles are pulled up
When other guests go by
She thinks she has them fooled
Not really looking anyway
Little does she know he's watching
Seeing through her veil
Orchestra starts up
Couples moving across the floor
No one asks for her hand
Knowing she'd never say yes
The watcher knows this too
He takes away her glass
As she gives him a bored look
Leading her out to the floor
Eyes are upon the odd couple
Dancing gracefully through the crowd
She doesn't notice
Her mind finally focused
He leads her back to her place
Returning glass to hand
She looks puzzled, he smiles
"It was but a dance"
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