I wasn't sure if I should post this one, but I decided to anyway. I wrote it last year, a first in writing romantic poetry for me. I'd appreciate any feedback. Thanks for reading.
Looking back,
I know it must have been a dream.
No, no it couldn't have been real,
It was too perfect.
How could a crowded dance floor empty,
Leaving only the mist
And me in the center?
I was so frightened then,
Alone in the haze.
And then I saw him.
I couldn't move,
Couldn't take my eyes off his face.
He came within a few feet of me
And held out his hand.
I trembled.
Sensing my fear,
He lifted his hand, and in a timeless gesture,
Brushed the hair from my brow.
In a voice as gentle as his caress he asked,
"Please...dance with me."
I nodded slowly.
He smiled, and with a wave of his hand,
Music started.
Bowing low, he took my hand
and we began to dance.
As we did, I felt myself come alive.
Like a flower shaking off the frost of winter,
Joy sprang up inside me.
Laughter bubbled from my lips,
And all was happiness.
Looking back,
I know it must have been a dream.
No, no it couldn't have been real,
It was too perfect.
How could love blossom so quickly
In anywhere but a dream world?
He left me with a gentle kiss to my hand.
Where did he go?
I plead for sleep, for one more dance
In my dream world.
Looking back,
I know it must have been a dream.
No, no it couldn't have been real,
It was too perfect.
How could a crowded dance floor empty,
Leaving only the mist
And me in the center?
I was so frightened then,
Alone in the haze.
And then I saw him.
I couldn't move,
Couldn't take my eyes off his face.
He came within a few feet of me
And held out his hand.
I trembled.
Sensing my fear,
He lifted his hand, and in a timeless gesture,
Brushed the hair from my brow.
In a voice as gentle as his caress he asked,
"Please...dance with me."
I nodded slowly.
He smiled, and with a wave of his hand,
Music started.
Bowing low, he took my hand
and we began to dance.
As we did, I felt myself come alive.
Like a flower shaking off the frost of winter,
Joy sprang up inside me.
Laughter bubbled from my lips,
And all was happiness.
Looking back,
I know it must have been a dream.
No, no it couldn't have been real,
It was too perfect.
How could love blossom so quickly
In anywhere but a dream world?
He left me with a gentle kiss to my hand.
Where did he go?
I plead for sleep, for one more dance
In my dream world.