As we dance in slow circles

I wish when you are with me,that it is me you see.

In my mind we dance in slow circles

Around fresh falling snow

But in your eyes I am not there

And in your heart my name does not linger

You gaze past me

At the grass covered hills of spring

To where the daffodils and poppies lie

As I nestle my head against your shoulder

The tears run down my face

For in your heart

I can hear her name

And in your eyes

I can see her face

As we dance in slow circles

Around fresh falling snow.

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[Unchained]

I love this poem... it brought tears to my eyes.. great job!