She smiles and in her whimsical fashion

Tosses her head of rich lustrous hair

An Offhand gesture of enchanting passion

Her Eyes flashing in a much younger flair

Petite belying a cinemagraphic presence

A crowd stopping aura that silences a room

In black shantung shimmering her essence

Walking purposefully in iridescent costume

She reaches my side as all others stare

As pervasive as a cannon by Pachelbel   

Knowing all eyes are watching us there

She pins a rose surcee to my tuxedo lapel