You did abscond ‘midst perfume and sweet lies-
I looked around to find that you were gone,
Perhaps the guests did note my roving eyes,
If not the silent thoughts I mused upon;
I wandered ‘mongst the revellers, drink in hand,
To catch a glimpse of that pink satin dress,
Those eyes of blue and smile of sweet command,
Cheeks flushed with rouge, gold ribboned raven tress;
You evanesced, ‘midst music and delight,
Your laughter tinkling off creme marble walls;
Your visage floating in my memory quite,
Your promise there not heeding silent calls.
As music faded to my hearts refrain,
I wondered if perhaps you felt the same.
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