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I see you whirling in the darkest edges lightly 'cross the ground,
Your long hair veils your fair face, o'er shoulders cascading down,
You the Prince of Roses and I the tyrant Queen,
You pass me with an airy smile, a tepid seventeen,
The female aristocracy awaits your glove-clad hand,
A dance with you is all they wish, turning with this band,
Your eyes they pass from face to face, only to cast down,
That look of hope, a subtle prayer, a silent noble frown,
I despise your splendour, weighted brow, pale divinity,
Those lips that spark a thousand dreams with child-like fantasy,
Another noble you enthuse with steps as soft as air,
I sit in silence, now released… I wonder if I dare,
The boldest tyrant, put to fear by dainty boyish hands,
I race down from the marble front, 'til a-front me you stand,
A scarlet red I flush and an iron brow I bend,
I bite my lip, the silence speaks, I dare to comprehend,
"Why will you not dance with me?! You, Prince of Roses fair!"
You laugh at me, dismiss that maid, and brush aside your hair,
You bend low like a gentleman and take my hand to kiss,
"For you sat high on heaven's gate, this marble barred our tryst,
Will you, Tyrant Queen of Glass, but bless me with this dance?"
I stepped aback, gracing you with a bewildered stubborn glance,
And as you lead me through the crowd they parted at the sight,
Of you and I prepared to waltz, together on this night,
The Tyrant Queen and the Prince of Roses, hand in hand, heart to heart,
And e'er since that hour we have sworn ne'er to part.

Description
I see you whirling in the darkest edges lightly 'cross the ground,
Your long hair veils your fair face, o'er shoulders cascading down,
You the Prince of Roses and I the tyrant Queen,
You pass me with an airy smile, a tepid seventeen,
The female aristocracy awaits your glove-clad hand,
A dance with you is all they wish, turning with this band,
Your eyes they pass from face to face, only to cast down,
That look of hope, a subtle prayer, a silent noble frown,
I despise your splendour, weighted brow, pale divinity,
Those lips that spark a thousand dreams with child-like fantasy,
Another noble you enthuse with steps as soft as air,
I sit in silence, now released… I wonder if I dare,
The boldest tyrant, put to fear by dainty boyish hands,
I race down from the marble front, 'til a-front me you stand,
A scarlet red I flush and an iron brow I bend,
I bite my lip, the silence speaks, I dare to comprehend,
"Why will you not dance with me?! You, Prince of Roses fair!"
You laugh at me, dismiss that maid, and brush aside your hair,
You bend low like a gentleman and take my hand to kiss,
"For you sat high on heaven's gate, this marble barred our tryst,
Will you, Tyrant Queen of Glass, but bless me with this dance?"
I stepped aback, gracing you with a bewildered stubborn glance,
And as you lead me through the crowd they parted at the sight,
Of you and I prepared to waltz, together on this night,
The Tyrant Queen and the Prince of Roses, hand in hand, heart to heart,
And e'er since that hour we have sworn ne'er to part.