One Man One Woman who
carried their own
soft and tender hand,
they're dress up so kind and
warmth like the sunrise,
but actually blown like
leaves feathers red thick
rose petals on the dance
floor so quick and fast
like the lightning bolt, it
strikes down so dedicate
and light, its so easy to
fall in love like the
sound of the music until it truly
plays nonstop action,
totally close and closer and
closest to be, it grabs
you like a piece of marsh mellow
as yellow, it melts like
anything in your gut, the dance
the love the passion the
beauty the feeling and touchy
as it goes foreword
Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-24-16
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