Soft summer winds brush my hair to my cheeks,
and I laugh at the messy appearance I must be,
but he doesn't seem to think I've changed at all,
smiling as he describes the beauty he claims to see.
The blush that streaks my face awards his remark,
and he grins the most handsome way I have seen.
In a playful reply I compliment his attire
as he poses like the comedian he's always been.
He bows with the grace of a princely gentleman
in the clothes of an athlete ready for his game,
offering a dance though I am plainly dressed,
leaving me speechless as he whispers my name.
My fingers slip between his and I feel his warm palms,
calloused but gentle, one wandering to my waist.
He pulls me close glowing with confidence,
but I sense he is shy and I too feel graced.
Leading my feet to elegant steps unfamiliar,
he stares deep into my eyes and I catch my breath.
The world around me disappears, all I see is him,
and in that moment I'm in Heaven before death.
With an angel's blessing he hums a sweet tune
to provide music to a scene I wish would never end.
For the first time in awhile since I can remember,
I'm living a dream I no longer suspend.
I stumble over his feet too lost in his gaze,
and he catches me in his arms as if it were planned,
running his fingers slow through my open hair,
whispering something I fail to understand.
His face draws closer, but my body won't rebel,
anxious to feel the rush I've long missed.
The heat from his figure as he glances at my lips
thrills my curiosity like this dance had promised.
Our mouths barely graze aware of a known call,
the same voices of our friends coming ever near.
We laugh in embarrassment pretending
what we shared didn't matter though we knew it sincere.
He winks and bows once last time for the day
flashing a flirtatious smile while I have nothing to say,
filled with countless butterflies that swarm in my heart
hearing him utter "I love you" as he walks away.
and I laugh at the messy appearance I must be,
but he doesn't seem to think I've changed at all,
smiling as he describes the beauty he claims to see.
The blush that streaks my face awards his remark,
and he grins the most handsome way I have seen.
In a playful reply I compliment his attire
as he poses like the comedian he's always been.
He bows with the grace of a princely gentleman
in the clothes of an athlete ready for his game,
offering a dance though I am plainly dressed,
leaving me speechless as he whispers my name.
My fingers slip between his and I feel his warm palms,
calloused but gentle, one wandering to my waist.
He pulls me close glowing with confidence,
but I sense he is shy and I too feel graced.
Leading my feet to elegant steps unfamiliar,
he stares deep into my eyes and I catch my breath.
The world around me disappears, all I see is him,
and in that moment I'm in Heaven before death.
With an angel's blessing he hums a sweet tune
to provide music to a scene I wish would never end.
For the first time in awhile since I can remember,
I'm living a dream I no longer suspend.
I stumble over his feet too lost in his gaze,
and he catches me in his arms as if it were planned,
running his fingers slow through my open hair,
whispering something I fail to understand.
His face draws closer, but my body won't rebel,
anxious to feel the rush I've long missed.
The heat from his figure as he glances at my lips
thrills my curiosity like this dance had promised.
Our mouths barely graze aware of a known call,
the same voices of our friends coming ever near.
We laugh in embarrassment pretending
what we shared didn't matter though we knew it sincere.
He winks and bows once last time for the day
flashing a flirtatious smile while I have nothing to say,
filled with countless butterflies that swarm in my heart
hearing him utter "I love you" as he walks away.
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