(re-titled, revised and `sonnetised`)

 

At the multicultural fellowing,

The steel-pans softly mellowing,

I watched her for a long, long while,

Dancing with a lithely grace,

Wondering:  `Did she never smile`?

This lady from the far-off place.

 

Then suddenly, like daybreak beaming-

Ivory through a forest gleaming -

Laughter, lightening her face,

Spread sunshine through a shady place.

And sent one shaft, like Cupid`s dart,

Clean through the sinews of my heart.

 

And since, No matter how I crave,

History`s flipped – now I`m the slave.