by Skyra   Jul 23, 2007

I wish i were dancing
floating across the floor
you are wearing a suit,
i a gown

The magic the sweet melody
finds me twirling in a fantasy land
filled with happiness,
laughter, and

Your warmth embarrasses me
tickling my seances

And then

As I'm looking into your soft eyes
searching every corner of your soul

I stop

I realize that i am not in a ballroom,
not in a gown,

I'm just standing in front of you wondering looking into my future
gazing into your soft eyes and simply dancing...


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