Wall Flower
All alone along the wall she stood there
wanting to be special; it's her first ball.
She feels as if she's vanished into air;
the host stands up, beginning dance does call.
Other ladies seemed far more beautiful
although she was in his very own eyes;
the men were anything but plentiful
"What's the wrong with me?" she quietly sighs.
Attracted to her by her modest dress
He came to her; she fiddled with her hem.
Light of foot fantastic they did finesse;
her knight in armor, his treasure'd gem.
The eve'ning wore on, together entranced
om each others' arms, together they danced.
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