Dance With Me Evermore
Come dance with me, the Teke man said,
Offering carnations red.
Together my love, our feet will fly,
My heart you fill, you’ll not deny.
He held her tight, but loose enough,
To twirl about, and strut her stuff.
A twosome, yet they were one,
Who lived life, love and fun.
He saw the love in her eyes,
The kind of love that never dies.
Their bond, the strongest weld,
To ecstatic future they propelled.
True love, no passing fling,
A pair to waltz and to swing.
Their dance was that of souls,
To be never dashed upon the shoals.
To each the other a special rose,
That filled the heart, not the nose.
His love for her, he did shout,
She in return, he had no doubt.
Love built on rock, not sand,
Forever in each other’s hand.
When at last, at heaven’s door,
They shall dance evermore.
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Copyright © Richard Morris | Year Posted 2021