A Dance With Him

It was my hand that he held

But it's like it's my soul that he touched

I was captivated by the scent of his perfume

And with the music I'm brought to life

It's like we're dancing under the moonlight

On a clear sunny Saturday

His presence is like a spell

Stunning me in my consciousness

And I can't get my mind on the dance

Knowing how close he is to me

With him holding me like a princess

I get enchanted as we take steps

Though it's actually over

I'll always carry this pigment of memory

That once in my life,

I had a dance with him

-Kathleen L. Burlas