She enters the room
by rocketman
She enters the room
and all turn to see
as she gracefully glides
so eloquently,
across the grand hall
and towards center stage.
Picture perfect? perhaps,
But please, don't turn the page.
She enters the room
her expression a smile
her attire a blending
of old and new styles.
A trifle daring, perhaps,
But it's all just the same
For clothes can't hide her beauty
More than paper a flame.
She enters the room
and all eyes are upon her.
I think to myself
"Go on man, talk to her."
But what would I say to her?
How would it go?
What could I possibly tell her
That she didn't already know?
She enters the room
a true angel of grace
Her eyes sparkling like star beams
on the night's velvet face.
And I wonder what brought
this girl here all alone?
I decide I should ask her,
But, too late, she's gone.
