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

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