He asked her to dance and she said yes, They had just met and she was impressed. He was an illustrator, a cartoonist, he said. And she was a para-legal, she said. Dance music and candle-glow, An evening of dancing, gliding to and fro. Too soon came the midnight hour And "I must go." He kissed her hand And bade her goodnight..... She hopes she sees him again sometime, Or was it all just a fantasy in rhyme?

� Marilyn ([email protected])