When I was little girl I would stand by the balconies and
watch the ladies with lords of different lands as they spun gracefully in
their flowing gowns and grandiose jewels and I couldn’t wait to grow up, to
come of age, to be a debutante...
Today here I am, my heart races as I get set to take my
first steps into the society...
Today I shall waltz, today I shall hold conversations, today
I shall charm with poise, grace and beauty...
Today I shall look to the balconies, and bid farewell to the little girl that was I...
I grew up watching him spar and fence, I grew up watching him grow, stand tall and rise gloriously. Today here he is, kneeling with a corsage...
The music starts, he leads me through, I hold my head high, I recollect all the rules, I remember all the steps and then he looks into my eyes with a gentle smile...
In that moment, in that step, one barrier breaks, warmth washes over me, as the moon of the winter solstice suddenly gleams brighter...
The music ends we all bow, clap and then he requests another dance...
The evening follows each dance after another, breaking barriers a dance at a time, the demure smiles growing to chuckles and unabashed laughter...
Flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, a gentle heave and the tango ends...
He leads me away to the gardens, conversations grow to moments...
A gaze that lasts, just long enough for Fort-Knox to fall...
A hasty retreat, a proper farewell...
Now begins, the unending wait for the 'morrow, when he shall return, or shall he?
