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Every woman in the room Every woman in the room knew the song, And knew too, what lay beneath the lyrics, Lyrics so powerful, so meaningful, so Intimate, and thus so individually personal As to be capable of turning back the clock; When suddenly ribbons disappeared into Purses, heads shook time aside, and tresses Fell, whilst skirts riggled their way a little Higher than earlier in the evening.
A song, so like a mirror, reflecting the past, And welcoming the hearts that dwell therein. Memories stirred and rekindled, old loves Remembered, nights too, long nights, long Loves, long into the next day and beyond. All On the back of a song, wherein youth persists And all is possible and easily recaptured if the Will be there.
And the will was there, for every woman in The room sparkled anew, with a new found Confidence borne on the wings of love, a Love of life and a love of being loved in the Arms of a song, a song that meant so much, And delivered more than any girl could ever Hope for. Je Vais T’aimer, 'I will love you', and Every woman in the room whispered, ‘Oh, yes he did’.
© Joseph G Dawson
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