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| The Dance He see's her standing there across the dance floor Shapely curves and glowing hair He watches the way she moves while listening to the beat Suddenly this is a girl he must meet Nervously and shyly he moves in Scared of placing his heart on the line again Slowly he manages to get up the nerve Hoping this girl a dance will serve He goes up and asks her to dance Knowing once again his heart doth take the chance Slowly he reaaches for her hand This is the way he makes his stand She looks at him and smiles Taking his hand in hers all the while Bringing across his face the shyest of smiles The song it plays on a beautiful balad of the sweetest tune They stride on out onto the floor within the room Slowly they dance as the song doth enter the mans own heart Soon there after his voice it doth start To sing along with the melody She looks up into his eyes and doth see Then man who doth try to serenade the lady At the site of the girl things within him start to show As the warmth within his soul doth grow He holds her close taking in her scent Her heart beat he doth feel Still this doth not feel to be real Then with her scent freshly within his mind The song it doth unwind Then this song doth end As he finds this girl truly tis a dream again ~SirEros~ |
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