<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Dance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He’d offered her his hand to dance<br>Politely, she’d declined.<br>“I have promised many others, <br>-perhaps another time.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He accepted this with all good grace-<br>“Perhaps another time, <br>When your dance card is nearly full, <br>The last dance shall be mine.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night was young and she was fair, <br>Men clamored for their chance.<br>In some eyes she saw routine lust, <br>In others- true romance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her card was signed by many<br>There remained a single line.<br>She stopped back at her table<br>for a final cup of wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dark and handsome stranger<br>was waiting for her there.<br>She took his hand without protest<br>as he rose up from his chair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He led her to the dance floor<br>as the band played one last time.<br>The music was a stately waltz<br>done in three quarter time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His arms were strong and masterful<br>as he led her in the dance<br>Her will seemed to desert her<br>as she fell into a trance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the half light she looked up<br>And searched his face and eyes<br>The eyes of Death looked back at her, <br>In lust for her demise..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swept up in her dance with Death, <br>She uttered not a sound<br>for she was in his power now.<br>and destined for the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420239" data-title="The Last Dance de John F. McCullagh" data-description="He’d offered her his hand to dance Politely, she’d declined. “I have promised many others, -perhaps another time.” He accepted this with all good grace- “Perhaps another time, When your dance card is nearly full, The last dance shall..."></div> </div> </div>

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