~ Dreams Come True ~
I looked at him across the room
My heart it skipped a beat
Our eyes did meet in unison
I tried to be discrete
So handsome and so debonair
A glass of vintage wine
I cast my eyes upon the floor
Could this man be mine
The music started playing
He walked across the room
He asked me for a dance with him
My heart it was in bloom
I took his hand and shyly said
I'd love to dance with you
The music played we danced all night
My dream had just come true.
~
Francine Pucillo ~
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