Angel A

A wallflower approached

And gifted me with her fragrance this eve

Gliding across the dimmed room

Her heart upon sleeve

Still as I sat wearing emotionless hat

In her presence did I deeply breathe

It was conversation that she did seek

Did the silence that followed

Make us strong or fallibly weak

I puzzled as my spare hand

My whiskey did seek

Then as we danced did I often glance

At a woman of whom I knew nought

But viewed this night, a rare true sight

One of which I’d so often sought



Copyright 2015 P.J. Sheppard