I take the lead; the king is on the floor,
Dancing the twist and dreaming away,
All the brides' gazes fall upon me,
I'm used to it and dance on like a ballerina.
This is my floor; I am the master,
I throw myself around wildly and wave,
I dance like a king over the meadows,
Twisting away to some rockabilly.
I grab a pretty girl and bring her into my dance,
Swing her around the dance floor with flair.
She shines and loves all the envy she gets;
A real hunk of a man, that's me.
I toss her in the air and catch her with ease,
The audience gasps in unison, jealousy brews.
I don't care; I just keep dancing,
Living my own life and ignoring the roars.
I let the music guide me to the bar,
Knocking back a shot and dancing beautifully on.
I see everyone's eyes examining every step,
The bride wants me and whispers in my ear.
We'll go to my place later and do a waltz,
I offer a beer and even more dancing,
But her words didn't flatter me—
I pushed her away and smiled.
I laughed and said this was now my dance,
Dancing elegantly to sweet music.
I waltzed past another one and asked her to dance,
And danced until dawn broke.
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Echoes of Emotions
Poetry"Echoes of Emotions" is a poignant collection of poems delving into the depths of human experience. From love to longing, this anthology captures the myriad shades of life, inviting readers on a journey of self-discovery and introspection. Let these...
