The Madrigal Facade

Partnered to a boy
Set to music like a dance
Keeping time and motion steady
Not daring a single glance

Palms hot and sweaty
Reluctantly hold to fingers
Pimpled brow and sticky fringe
Eyes cast down as left foot lingers

Whirled around awkwardly turning
To each partner in a row
Blushing when his eyes point toward
My dress and its untidy bow

A secret delight we keep pace
Do they notice my dread?
With all the music and haste
I am enjoying it instead

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