She would not or could not look his way.
Fine fabrics with ornate gold trim embraced her,
Delicate chains of gold and silver glittered against her skin.
He tried his best to catch her eye, feeling like a foolish cock romancing a peacock.
As she slowly turned toward him, his heart soared to the sky.
Her steps were measured as she walked his way.
He could barely contain his racing heart.
After all of this time, this is IT.
She paused momentarily a few feet away.
He took a deep breath, and felt like he was under water.
He would drown in this moment if she did not take a few more steps into his open arms.
Her eyelids fluttered, and gracefully lifted a dainty hand
To her red full lips. His heart might break.
Will she will call the to guards?
The fat lazy men employed to carry spears.
They had not seen him slip through the servant's door but
Would they see this dangerously public display of affection for their employer's daughter?
He had been holding his arms open to embrace her for hours.
He recalled a tale of crucifixion and thought,
This is how the man Jesus died.
No. He had only been frozen a few seconds.
She parted her lips slightly, moving them to form a silent word.
Hidden from her father by her raised hand, gloved in a pale pink fabric that could be silk.
His arms dropped limply so his sides, and she turned to the crowd.
His eyes darted around the room, searching.
What he needed now was a clock.
Embarrassed by his foolishness, he fidgeted.
Of course she couldn't run to him, and expose their love to Them.
She wouldn't ruin the elaborate Debutante Ball her father held in her honor. Not until "Midnight"
