A Dance Called Love

For someone special

Sometimes it's the whisper in the dark

the smell of rain and fog mixed together

to create a heaven sense

the mascara stained tears falling on

a love letter

the scribbled words on a story

about a beautiful unborn child

that has your storm gray eyes

the way an owl sings

rhe way the sun dances to the horizen line

the way an angels drawn

the feel of the fabric of your warm shirt

all this takes me back

to the memories

of how we got to where we are

now

but those sweet memories

don't matter

all that I care for

is the passion I feel

for a first and last love

like a song caressing the moon

while trees sing to the wind

and leaves sway beneath them

and how

your gentle hands

pull me into

a dance called love

 

 

I love you B

 

 

Reviews

[~Savannah~]

woah, so inspirational :)