She Waited

She glides across the room

As she was being led

Angelic in appearance

Moving with such grace

Wrapped in

Crimson red silk

As it flows over her hourglass frame

Seducing eyes

From afar

She only sees the rose

What's she's holding

Orchestra playing softly in the background

Couples dining

Some as fairies, twirling in love

She's seated

"Would you like a vase for your rose Miss?" the greeter asked with a smile.

"Sure."

As he returned with a vase, she reached to assist him.

"Allow me," he insisted.

She nodded

"Thank you."

"Can I get you anything?" he asked.

"I'm waiting for someone, he should be here soon... I'll just wait thanks," she exclaimed.

He reassures her if any services needed, that he'll be close.

She glances at her wristwatch

As he walked away

The time started to tik

Tokin' at her mind

"Where is he, Is he coming?"

Her doubts began to drown out the music

Everything faded

To just her

At a table surrounded by darkness

Her rose

Giving off a light

She stares at its radiance

"He loves me, he loves me not," she whispers softly.

She kept her gaze upon the rose, as if in a trance.

Until a fainted voice grew louder

Bringing her out of hypnosis

"Excuse me, Miss?"

She looks up thinking it was HIM, her thoughts led to disappointment. As it was just the greeter.

"I'm sorry to say this but, we have guests that reserved this table at this time, I can offer you a seat at the bar or..."

"No that's fine, I think I'm just going to go," she said.

A feeling grew within her chest

Gathering herself

She grabs the rose

"Wait," he says.

"Here take this, I am sincerely sorry for this evening."

He gives her his

boutonnière

She wore her Mona Lisa

Heels clicking down white steps

"He loves me, he loves me not"

Plucking the petals of the bud

Revealing her confusion

In a trail of

Illusionary

beauty

"I waited and waited, for seconds, for minutes, for hours," she mutters.

All she had was silence

With his absence

She created words

In silence finding her answer

"He l-lovs.."

Eyes fell upon her rose she had held throughout the evening

She wrote a note

Attaching it to the rose

Leaving it in the railing of the staircase.

"I waited and waited," she said to herself.

Masking her devilish thought

Behind her angelic face

Red hot turned snow

Beautiful is she

Yet cold.