Before The Dance

We're doing poetry in English class right now which means there's a lot of writing poetry for me. I thought I'd post it and see what you thought. (I'm almost done with the next chapter of A Healer's Tale)

See how the clock ticks?
Second by second
Minute by minute
Its gold hands moving, moving
Never ceasing, ever changing
See her foot tap in anticipation?
Tap tapping, Clap clapping
See her high heel scuff the floor
Ding scuff, ding scuff
Now see her flowing dress
Lace of black, silk of red
Hugging her form
Kissing the floor
Now see her pacing to and fro
Back and forth, Forth and back
Look back to the clock please
Its hand stands at quarter ‘til
Quarter ‘til nine
Its hand ticks, its hand clicks
Forward in time, inching towards nine
Her dainty hand rests
Upon the rail to the stairs
Her fingers tap
Her foot claps
As the clock ticks the time
See her black hair catch the light
The silver pins shine
She twirls a stray curl
As the clock ticks the time
Five minutes left now
She sighs a slight sigh
Now hear the bells chime
As the gold clock strikes nine
Hear her gasp, as she opens the door
Her eyes are all bright
See her beautiful smile
Her face it does light
The clock is forgotten
Its ticking’s out of mind
As he leads her to the limo
He in his black tux
Now the clock still ticks the time
It’s five past nine