Is it Love?

Though one's heart
May be known in part,
Another before time let
Them then to have met
In low-born circumstances,
Yet one comes by pure chances,
For one dance,
The others glance,
Still, there are some things
That can't be gathering
Dust in the attic,
For she's too erratic
Looking for the ecstatic
Night of Knights,
Ready to take flight
For monsieur Right.