I did dance with fate one summers night. 'Round the flames and fire lights. His wistful words wast warm and true, his hands on mine with shoe to shoe. Grass did brush us by breeze did sway our moves. Drunk on his eyes, mine hands did remove. “Till we spar again in moonlights kiss” he did whisper in the silent bliss. And fate hadst listen yond very day, for I can see that gent on display. In the ballroom floor I take mighty chance and walk up to him for fate owes me a dance.