He stepped in the room,
Everyone turned to look.
The girls stared and smiled.
The way he moved always enticing.
He smiled, she turned her head.
He asked her to dance, She declined and walked away.
She was always shy, smiling only for one person.
She moved like water, utmost perfection.
She walked away, His heart would ache with each step.
She gave him his smile, Don Juan yearned to be her heart.
She turned her head and said to stop.
Now his heart is breaking, but continues to smile.
She gave him that one chance.
He walked away and never looked back.
She is unwilling now, unforgiving.
She is the one perfection, he will never have.