Oh, to dance a
romantic happenstance with love
on a June evening
perchance a preordained meeting
an answer to prayer
believe if you dare
What shall I wear
this evening to dance
to meet my love
catch his first glance
by grace from above
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I’m finally getting around to writing to the Monday prompt at dVerse Poets Pub where Bjorn challenged us to write a Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words. The poem must include the word “dance” as an intransitive verb. I decided to write 11 lines of 4 words each with some internal and end rhymes throughout. The subject is the night I met my husband over 30 years ago.