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A love poem, what else is there to say. |
| A Love Poem A care dance, planned steps Concentric circles, like clock gears, Mechanical, fixed, and turning In time, in time to the all-mighty Music Deity. In time. Always in time. The dancers dare not Break the time, dare not Change the dance. But one becomes distracted. His eye is caught by a curl Of tumbling red hair And the energy Of brave green eyes. He watches her dance And her grace stalls his breath. The dance is strong, But she is stronger. They push him, He misses a step, And then another. All the dancers stare. And he breaks time. He takes her hand, And they run. |