The DanceA Poem by Bridget MurphyMy brother Patrick wrote thisIn silent steps she slowly passed And I knew I had seen her before.
Her hair and her skin looked soft as the rain And it told me of a time before My heart fell to hell and lovelost pain For I knew where I had seen her before
I waited a time for her to leave,
In love I shall live, in tears I'll forgive And in time I'll accept my fate But when love builds a heart, and is pulled apart It becomes the most vivid hate.
© 2012 Bridget MurphyAuthor's Note
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