|The Touch, The Dance, The Song
By babysands on 06/07/2011
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The touch of your hand as we shared our first dance
opened a secret drawer in my heart.
A secret drawer that has never been opened by me alone.
For your heart holds the only key.
I marvel at the secrets hidden
and probably will never discover them all.
I found the beauty of the stars and moon
which I thought had never befriended me.
I found the joy of laughter, the beauty in a smile,
wisdom, kindness, generosity, and vision.
I discover a loving patience that comes from love''s gentle touch.
I feel humility and faith.
Never from one touch has so much been shared.
I feel a connection with the real beauty that is hidden inside me.
Music that comes from my heart, tenderness that come from my soul
as our hearts are together as one.
You may ask, you may command,
but the touch will always be in control of the dance.
The dance opened the drawer in my heart I never knew existed.
It moved upon a part where only you are listed.
It removed from me a fog deep inside.
It leaves me weak but even more alive.
The dance is sweet like a rare French wine.
It touches my heart screaming I want you for mine.
It glows like the embers in a warm fireplace.
It releases my memory of your gentle face.
The dance finds a place I know to be very rare.
It softens my heart when your hand is placed there.
It plays our music and causes my heart to skip a beat.
It moves smooth as ice and sweeps me off my feet.
The dance is with me in all the poet''s romantic rhymes.
It seems like no other lover shares my space and time.
The dance not only glides but it sings.
The song it sings is to a new song.
It sings me along a new path.
It sings in a better direction.
It sings of of healing.
It sings a song that removes pain.
It sings a song that removes doubt.
It sings a song that restores sight.
It sings of love.
It sings of brighter tomorrows.
It sings of romance.
It sings a song of growing.
It sings a song I know I can keep this love alive.
It sings a song of somewhere in my lifetime.
It sings new lyrics everyday.
It sings a song of our touch.
It sings a song of our dance.
It sings a song of one heart.
Yours and mine.
© By babysands On 6/7/2011 5:43:05 PM