She said dance with me, so we twirled
To the whirl of wine in glasses
While the band tapped out a merry waltz
And the fire crackled in its niche
Holding her tender waist against mine
Our feet draws out the swirls of our love
She felt lithe and soft, felt like home
The dancers slow,as the band fades out
Her eyes seeking the next dancing partner
Pressing a soft sigh and a kiss to her cheek
I let her go
Let Imagination Possess A Pen, And What Results Will Be Beautiful
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