Music plays, i take your hand.
I have waited so long to have this dance.
Chopin, Mozart, Bach would understand,
the beauty of a note from a single strand.
Your hair dances gaily, beautiful as every star.
No one can forget our movement, our dance.
Tap, tap, tip, tap, your feet my cinderella.
La, la, la di da-the epilogue to my memior.
Peya This poem is beautifully written, and even more so for me as I love music so much. Thank you for sharing. Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i agree this one is beautifully done and well expressed! u are immaculate!