Dancing Girl

In my dreams I see a girl dancing;
When she starts spinning my heart starts prancing,
And I find myself always at her glancing.
It is her I wish to be romancing,
And I can only hope she accepts my advancing.

Her face is different every time,
Sometimes turning on a dime.
The mere sight of her is so sublime.
A flower amongst the common slime,
Her face gives reason to my rhyme.

Eyes on eachother, we long to touch.
Linking our hands, we embrace in a clutch,
and lean against one another as a mutual crutch.
The other dancers dance on, as is such,
But when we're together life is never too much.

I know now I'll never be the same,
As we dance back and forth in a cute kind of game.
She disappears in the morning and I feel such a shame,
Because when I wake I slowly go insane,
At the idea that I still don't know her name.
　
Pretty women come and go
But the one girl I’ll always know
Is forever fixed in my heart, so
I may lose this sense of constant woe,
And my dancing girl will never go.