The glimmer of candle light danced upon the wall Softly playing symphonies echoed down the hall You took my hand so gently and walked me to the floor We danced in step so tenderly as if we had danced before You held me close yet softly this cherished memory Floating gently across the room to an enchanting melody Into your eyes I gazed drifting to a place Where our spirits met, entwined, caressed, this sacred space If only for a moment the dance is but a start To touch the spirit gently between to loving hearts Thank you for visiting my web site All poetry contained on this web site is the sole and separate property of the writer copyright 2001 Jerre Gostlin |
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The Dance |
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