Dress twirling, dancing upon the floor,
The smiles, the charm, leave everyone wanting more,
High heels click against the marble surface,
Dazzling them with your newly bought purchase.
Brunette hair, tied tightly in a bun,
Nails, manicured, quickly redone,
Ruby red colour, neatly drawn on the lips,
A bow fastened securely, placed upon the hips.
The diamond ring that shimmers on her finger,
Leaving it difficult for eyes not to linger,
A handsome man upon her arm,
It is difficult not to succumb to her beautiful charm.
Music blaring from the stereo, dj playing,
Let her be prom queen, she was praying,
The results, finally ready to be revealed,
Tension rising, it was her, she squealed.
Up on the stage, to take her reward,
A crown upon her head, ‘I love you’ she poured,
A real queen, even just for a night,
Feeling like she’s grown wings, ready for flight.