The Dance

The war is done,
And all is well,
We celebrate,
Into the night.

Dancing,
Laughing,
Singing,
Drinking.

There she stands,
Before me,
Her eyes look to mine,
I ask her to dance.

I take her hand,
Swing her around,
Dosie do,
To and fro.

The song now done,
She looks to me,
And her sweet soft eyes,
Glisten in the night.

I lean in,
For a kiss,
She returns,
All is bliss.