The Dance

The Dance

The Dance



They danced in fields as yellow flowers bloom

Still Touched by gentle kiss of morning dew

They twirled about while spreading rich perfume

With each spin love fills tender hearts anew


As sparks flew in between each other’s eyes

Their touches burned with every sweet caress

While wind was filled with soft sounds of their sighs

He gently bent and lifted off her dress


As early sun spawned tiny mist rainbows

The two lay down on fragrant flowered ground

Near babbling brook where gentle water flows

An everlasting bond of love was found


Now since that day they’ve never been apart.

Their love remains within each other’s heart


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Synergy of Poetry and Verse. Author, Poet, Photographer

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