This poem tells a story about a Vietamies girl that works at Dreamland who falls in love with an American GI

Disclaimer: I do not own Miss Saigon, I do however own this story and these characters

The Dance

The music slows,

We walk to each other,

Not knowing what to say.

I reach out towards you,

You grab my hands,

The friction lights a spark.

Hand in hand,

We cross the stage,

To the empty spot.

I turn to you.

Your arms around my waist.

My arms around your neck.

We say a few words,

Then move closer together.

Foreheads together now.

Closer still,

Now cheek to cheek.

Your breath is warm on my face.

Even closer,

My head on your shoulder.

Everything feels right.

The music keeps going,

I don't want it to end.

Not 'til I work up the courage.

It's time to go off,

Just a little more time.

Ten more seconds and you might have known.

Now it's done,

And I chickened out.

I wish I had had more time.

A little more time,

I swear that I would have told you.

I like you.