It was not a prom night nor acquaintance ball
Or a graduation dance in a convention hall
It could be a birthday bash or a party
But not a soiree after facing the sanctuary
In this vast room I lean on one corner
Watching you as if I was your stalker
Few love songs played on my senses
Wish I could dance in your presence
You were there with friends full of laughter
How I wish I could fast-forward to the fifth of September
I imagined that day as special as it can be
And ask you this question, “Would you dance with me?”
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