“Dance with me,”
He whispers in her ear.
She looks up at him in his tux,
Her in a beautiful dress.
His mouth is in a half smile,
His eyes show his sincerity.
She wordlessly takes his hand
And he guides her to the dance floor.
A slow song has just come on,
And they are the youngest at the wedding
At the tender age of 17.
He gently places his hand on her waist
As she wraps hers around his neck.
They begin to sway to the light music,
Never parting stares.
Their eyes lock and the song ends.
He softly kisses her cheek
And silently disappears into the night.
She never even spoke a word.