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.