Awaiting the next dance.

Awaiting the next dance and wishing and praying that this one will last forever.
Sitting in the chair i see across the room a smile at me. He just smiles for now. But one day I hope he asks me to dance. Im wearing my most precious gown and my hair is done just right. He comes and sits next to me. My heart jumps hoping this time it must be real. But instead he just asks how I am doing. How my day was. The normal small talk starters. I wasn't sure how to react. I was upset but happy. Sad but glad. He treated me the upmost respect. Something I haven't had before. I was shocked, not sure what to do. I just sat there waiting. I am still sitting here waiting. He still smiles at me from across the room. Waves at me. In between of what I would hope to be a dance he walks by me and talks with me.
I WANT TO DANCE!!! I just want to be twirled and dipped and held close. I want him to look at me like I am the only girl in the world. Why can't we just dance? What is taking him so long? I know I must wait, but until then I will look from afar and smile back at him hoping he will see the sparkle in my eye. Because he put it there.

I will dance. I choose to dance.
When you ask me to dance I will not only dance with you but run to you.
Look at me with those eyes I could melt into a million pieces.

I am awaiting the music.