I can see her

My eyes glance around,
Looking for her.
Fun, intelligent, proud,
Confident, and sure.

From across the room,
I can see her now.
She wears a beautiful dress,
And her gorgeous mouth looks as though she's never frowned.

Her eyes a deep shade,
Full of mystery and laughter.
Her lips full with colour,
Beckoning me to come over.

I walk over to her,
As if in a transe.
She looks at me, laughs, and says;
"Here's the next bloke to ask for a dance"

A dance? Of course!
I've never danced in my life.
But for this creature I would die,
And dance all through the night.

She pulls me to the dance floor,
And I desperatly try to impress.
I fail miserably, and embarrass myself,
But it was worth it, for the night ended with a sweet kiss.