I Write Poetry

The Brave and the Graceful


They went to the dance,
one boy and one girl.
The brave and the graceful,
each tops in their world.

She gathered her girlfriends,
he called all his boys.
She started to hold court,
his arrival made noise.

Disturbed by his ruckus,
she stared with distain.
He cast her a quick glance,
his disinterest was plain.

Then in that instant,
eyes meet, breathing stops.
The brave one is cowering,
the graceful one flops.

Each turns for support,
and is drawn back to stare.
Two lives have been touched,
two hearts start to care.

He moves like a panther,
through the crowd on the floor.
Her girlfriends forgotten,
she's surrounded no more.

He stands now before her,
his heart reaches out.
She says not a word,
but her smile is a shout.

The music has faded,
the lights have gone dim.
Still he stares in her eyes
as together they spin.

They went to the dance,
one girl and one boy.
Now the brave and the graceful
have their hearts filled with joy.