Your eyes my dear are smiling -
Yet from another glance,
To embrace you dear so tender -
As together we begin to dance.
Your smile so pure and natural -
Your hair is long and grey,
Your hands I hold and feel your breath -
As we begin to dance and sway.
We are even more graceful then we used to be -
As age has passed us by,
To waltz the perfect dance with you -
Just takes my breath, away.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011