Olde Tyme - Poem by Michael Morris
Passion not spent but changed now,
Into the gold of trust.
Moving together as one how,
True dancing partners must.
Sometimes the floor is crowded,
Each needs the other's aid.
They will complete the sequence,
Whatever tune is played.
And when the music's fading,
What though the dancing ends?
They'll be together forever
As partners, lovers and friends.
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