I Long for the Dance
Posted on May 14, 2009
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By Ronda Suder
You look the same as I had remembered.
I’m going insane and yet staying centered.
Your eyes are so kind; you’re smile so sweet.
I’m losing my mind. My heart skips a beat.
I long for your kiss with your hand in mine,
The one that I miss like the taste of fine wine.
And it is true that I understand,
The need to work through the emotions of a man.
And if there were a potion to keep it in check,
I’d feed the emotion that makes you a wreck.
I miss your breath, the taste of your lips,
The insane depths of your wittiness.
There is no rush; I want you to know,
No need to push, let’s just take it slow.
Let go of the fears of commitment you see.
Please dry my tears, for an asset I’ll be.
It’s simple and true. Give me a chance.
This I beg you… Don’t miss this dance.
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