Saturday, May 1, 2010

The Last Dance

Her eyes showed the loneliness of the rose of the desert
Her face showed the existence of an angel
Her shaking hands knew no comfort
Her smile, was lethal.

I admired her from the distance
She seemed to be pure perfection
I was hypnotized by her fragrance
She was surely a piece of heaven.

It was like I was manned
I walked to her in a mystic trance
Kissed her hand,
Asked, “May I have this dance?”

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