Eyes across the ballroom
Sparkling ebony eyes
Dare I assume
Or were they for other guys
Dark black eyes pulling me to you
Across the floor in a trance
Can this meeting be true?
Dare I ask her for a dance
By your side, captivated by ebony
Stuttering “would you like to dance”
Your response was heavenly
“Oui” said the lady from France
The ballroom twirled around us
Ebony and blue eyes
No one making a fuss
As we both reached for the skies.