When love comes around
it is not always perfect,
sometimes it drags you down,
into the depths of despair.
Then a love comes around,
the best we have ever had,
this is the time,
we start to dance,
the waltz of a lifetime.
Is It here yet? ? ? ? Looking am I....many times have I been there....would be nice to have one that does not end....Sometimes we're too young when that waltz comes and grow up and run and in retrospect perhaps wish we'd known better....this is so touching.....marci. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dance the Dance of love...