Soft music plays a sultry serenade,
Inviting a long, slow, dance.
You claim me for your own.
You hold me so close I feel your heartbeat.
Your breath warm against my cheek,
I sigh in contentment.
As the music plays, there's only you, me,
No one, nothing else exists.
Your lips touch mine ... heaven!
I am sleeping beauty and you, my prince.
Your kiss awakens my heart.
Fairy tales can come true.
For SKAT-AB SIN THE's Old Romantic Poem contest