Dance Me To The End of Love

Dance me to your beauty
with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic
till I'm safely gathered in
Lift me like an olive branch
and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love

Let me see your beauty
when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving
like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly
what I only
know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now
Dance me on
and on
Dance me very tenderly and
Dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love
we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the childrren
who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains
that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now
though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty
with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic
till I'm safely gathered in
Touch me with your naked hand
touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love

                -Leonard Cohen


Note: Lady Druantia received this poem in a wonderfully lovely art book from her dear friend Aimee, on her wedding day. The book stands out beautifully as one of her favorite gifts. If you see it, you must buy it, for yourself, for a friend, for whomever. The paintings contained in the book are fabulous, all by Henri Matisse. It, along with the original Kama Sutra, make a splendid wedding gift!
 

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