Heart Beat Waltz

Red lips, coiffed hair, dressed to the nines gown traipsing along the floor waltzing to the rhythm of the beat; dark suited, tailored etchings styled elegance nonchalance enticement midst thinning swirls of measured time; with a glance, a look, a smile in your eyes then laughter, subtle, softly memerizing that old song played in our mind and hearts; where years twinkled by in starlight blinded by the joy and tears of yesteryear and still, we are, waltzing to the end of time; allured, enraptured, captivated, by the simple hum pulse of two held forever as one in a heartbeat waltz. Nayda Ivette Negron's contest "Sweet Valentine" 1/27/18