His hand held out,
Figetively awaiting my fingers to fit finely into his.
I slowly and steadily took his soft hand
He was soon gently gliding me,
Across the glazed grass
His wonderfully warm arms wrapped around my waist.
While his eyes eargerly searched for,
Emotion in mine.
Lightly letting my lips linger over his
My heart soared singing a sweet serenade
