The Dancing Princess
The Afghanistan Princess

I knew from the start
...that she had captured my heart.

She danced with such energy and joy ...and was soooo much fun.
I couldn't help but think, "She must be the one."

I saw her dancing with all of her might
...in a corner with her girlfriend ...and that wasn't right.

I knew right away that she did not belong.
...an Afghanistan princess among this dancing throng.

All the men hestitated ...afraid she might say "No".
...but I was called by her eyes and had no choice but to go.

She let me teach her a Latin dance or two.
...while the other male dancers turned jealous and blue.

I thought to myself "God! ...What a lucky find."
Already I was wondering, "Could I ever make her mine?"

...and then came the other men ...like bees to the hive
...but the princess wasn't having any of their jive.

...so I bided my time while their games grew weak.
It was only then that I began to speak.

As we danced she held my hand gently and gazed into my eyes.
It was a precious tribute and my greatest prize.

She said, "I truly love to dance and don't want to ever stop"
"...but I think I'd better go now before I drop."

Her feet were still dancing as she moved off the dance floor.
...and my eyes lingered long as she disappeared through the door.