SAVE THE LAST DANCE

So she said...
a tale of her phobias...her story
those things that irked her
she told me
"I DARE NOT"...
or we would be myth

I earned her pass
she aired in trust
as a token for the strength
of a valor perceived from within
rare to the game she abhors
that is conceived by all

"she is different"
bare as any eye could behold
palatable advantage he thought
her truth i assumed weakness
yet admirable peace
hoping maturity could breed sanity

but the lad still ignorant
busy as ever
thinking in same prank
to rekindle that staple sin
a plus to his chart
thus to grease his elbow

Signs so obvious for a notice
yet he wallowed in foolery
charmed to his gimmicks
owed to petty-sentiments
nursed reasons
same that cripples kingdoms

Portion misinterpreted
humility traded for ignorance
synergy bowed to ego
a dance he would have enjoyed
a totem craved for
but lost to a nights dream

when a vow is made in quiet
the wind and its entity binds in safety
to save the last dance her eternal wish
initial thoughts stand defeated
all ploy slumps in salutations
to honor nature and virtue.