Rogelio de Egusquiza, A reverie during the ball (1879)
A Reverie during the Ball, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Oh! I swoon from his ever gentle touch,
His soft words of love met no resistance.
My melting heart in his hand he did clutch.
He pulled me close so close in every dance.
Now musing of all the words that he said,
Is this real or infatuation.
Will he be the one that I choose to wed?
On my finger his ring I emblazon?
The stardust before me impedes my view,
As I am eager to have him touch me,
In carnal ways this body never knew,
To quell this desire set no boundary.
A firestorm is burning within me now,
But in the morn will love we reavow?