Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Dancing

On light feet
I twirl and spin
And dance to the beat
Carefree as a bird, free of sin

My hair flows down my back
Dark as night and just as free
It swirls behind me
I'm radient, thats the key

A tap on the shoulder
And a firm arm on my waist
I turn around and see him
My hero, my Tim

The lights seem to dim
His face comes toward mine
My heart beats fast, like the wings of a bee
And suddenly the spotlights on me

He drops me off on my front porch
The light flooding the deck
And I stand there
Its true, he's rare

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