You slipped away ‘mid perfume and sweet lies—
I looked around to find that you were gone;
Perhaps the guests observed my frantic eyes,
If not the silent thoughts I mused upon;
I wandered ‘mong the revelers, drink in hand,
To catch a glimpse of that pink satin dress—
Those eyes of blue, that smile of sweet command,
Cheeks flushed with rouge, gold-ribboned raven tress;
You evanesced, ‘midst music and delight,
Soft laughter tinkling off cream marble walls;
Your visage floating in my memory’s light—
Rare promise lost beyond my silent calls.
As music faded to my hearts refrain,
I wondered if, perhaps, you felt the same.

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