PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

She took my hand so gently, 

Placed it on her back,

And I embraced her tiny frame,

Music was playing, 

Chopin I think it was? 

Or maybe an artist I never heard of.

We danced like children at play,

Misstep after misstep, 

Fumbling around as lovers do

Taking in every beat mixed with our hearts drum,

As a sigh a breath,

A love for appreciation,

For you.