The Dance
The music plays, soft.
I take your hand, lightly.
An embrace, a smile.
We dance, slowly.
The music plays, fast.
I look into your eyes, deeply.
A twinkle, a laugh.
We dance, slowly.
The music plays, no more.
I pull you towards me, close.
A caress, a tear.
We dance, slowly.
The music plays, forever.
I love you, always.
We dance.
We dance….
Anslem B. Gentle 28 April 1989