Heart Of The Matter
The Moon, And The Dance
It must have been love,
For there seemed to be passion,
I think,
Too many moons ago,
Could it really be?
Twenty or more years,
And yes, how times flies,
I suppose it was love,
There was something about his eyes,
I remember his eyes,
The calloused hands,
His teasing ways,
Has he really been gone?
So many days….
I cooked him steak,
Fed him strawberries, coaxed him,
And stayed up late,
He brought roses,
Some French perfume,
And played sonatas,
We walked in dark foreboding woods,
Howled at the moon,
And danced,
It must have been love,
A crazy new romance,
I remember the passion,
The moon,
And the dance.
Linda Harnett, ©2006
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The Moon, And The Dance
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