dance with a prince

A wall flower sitting patiently
Waiting for her prince, who could it be?
Watching the others dance away
On the bench is where she stays.

The music changes to a subtle tune
The lights go dim throughout the room
Everything turns into a smokey haze
As across the room she sees his gaze.

His hand extended to offer a dance
Could this be her true romance?
Gently she stands onto her feet
Her head pressed against him, hearing his heart beat.

She feels so secure in his warm embrace
And looks up to see the smile upon his face
As he dances her around the room
She knows this will have to end soon.

As she looks up into his eyes
He can see that she wants to cry
A tear escapes down her cheek
He holds her tight as she feels weak.

A buzzing sound fills the air
Their eyes lock into a stare
A whisper goodbye is all she can fathom
As the alarm clock buzzes twelve.

Alone she wakes in her cold bed
This was just a dream in her head
But as she turns to start the day
On her pillow a red rose lay.

With it no note, or a name to know
Just a rose tied with a gold bow
But in her heart she knows it was him
And one day they will come together to meet again.