Twirling Girl
swirling, whirling round the room
dress twirling, men swoon
she moves with grace
arms out to brace
her fall
and they all
stare as she goes down
twisted in her gown
she turns red
almost fled
but he was there
only one to care
helps her up
hands cup
her face, pulls her close
touches her nose
they kiss, they dance
he took a chance
together
forever
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