Dance With Me Fair Lady
I see you there across the floor,
A dark and crowded reach.
To watch your twisted crimson mane,
All quandaries I will breach.
Your body dances like a flame,
Your spirit fiery hot.
Your skin is sultry, smooth as milk,
Your lips more often ought,
To cast a smile just for me,
My heart may quickly stop.
It’s furious loud and beating tune
This pleasure ever topped.
The harpist plucks her jovial song,
Our feet avoid the floor.
Your sweet, and silky, supple legs,
Both strong and built to hold-
Your slender waist, and arms of lace,
Your neck of whitened gold.
"Dance with my fair lady." He implored.
"My love with sight grows dull.
Love at first touch defies instead,
The image I indulge."
With that first touch of hand in hand,
My heart gapped open wide.
A botch of love made to look grand.
A mix of passion hide.
Your honeyed remarks,
Your peaceful speech
Toward heaven do project
But never impend my faithful ear
Your will, it cannot bend.
"Come now my dear,
Come home with me.
And put your heart at rest.
We’ll dance for years,
I’ll dry your tears,
Our love will pass the test. "
"And what my Gentleman, say you,
Will happen if I don’t?
Your heart will heal,
Your love shrink back
And hell will do the rest.
You’ll court more maids
Then God can count
On this, his gentiles hand.
And when you’re married,
Old and frail,
You never will look back.
To see my lips or smiling face,
As if you never knew,
The love you felt so long ago,
The rate which your heart flew.
An old woman I will be by then,
And I will marry too.
We will have had our dancing days,
But I’ll remember you.
The man who came and courted me,
And who’s intent withdrew.
A simple lad of twenty-two
I gave one dance to you."
By: Lydia Hatfield
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