By Cynthia L.B. Bogear
Written June 10, 2017
Heart's beat and love's grace or so they say,
No surprise love plays the jester.
A dreamer's fantasy gazes on the thought,
A hand gentle on the face with it's softest touch,
A heart that races with love's glorious passion.
No hurt or pain bleeding from heart's wound,
Naive to love's game played in heart's name.
A dreamer's eyes sparkle and glow,
A waltz dances in the heart for love to play.
Love winks at the dreamer and takes heart's hand,
Love spins heart around leaving the dreamer dazed.
Like all fairy-tales the waltz must end,
Love bows to kiss heart's hand and disappears,
For the heart danced love's waltz and was lost.
For love's gentle kiss escapes tender lips.
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