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Not Yet
I am not ready to give up
Dance with me once more
Let me feel your warmth
Upon my body
Let me feel your breath
Upon my neck
Let’s twirl again on the dance floor
Make me feel young and alive
Take the strength from my legs
Let me feel safe in your arms and
Fill the emptiness in my heart
With your love
Dance with me once more
Let me feel your warmth
Upon my body
Let me feel your breath
Upon my neck
Let’s twirl again on the dance floor
Make me feel young and alive
Take the strength from my legs
Let me feel safe in your arms and
Fill the emptiness in my heart
With your love
Published 25th Jul 2014
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25th Jul 2014 11:05pm
A dance that I won't give up, just yet. Thanks for the comment and stopping by John.
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27th Jul 2014 11:33pm
Xmar82, luv :-* ~
This is poignant and lovely and a bit heart-wrenching as well.
There is the sense here that this might be a last dance, a final one before a goodbye, so there's a hint of melancholy running through this and that touch of tender pain is what makes this poem that much more heartfelt and aching.
It may be nothing more than the last dance of the evening, but there's still that touch of finality and that does it.
The line that fair takes my breath is "take the strength from my legs" which says so much so incredibly eloquently in such a small space...
This is poignant and lovely and a bit heart-wrenching as well.
There is the sense here that this might be a last dance, a final one before a goodbye, so there's a hint of melancholy running through this and that touch of tender pain is what makes this poem that much more heartfelt and aching.
It may be nothing more than the last dance of the evening, but there's still that touch of finality and that does it.
The line that fair takes my breath is "take the strength from my legs" which says so much so incredibly eloquently in such a small space...
28th Jul 2014 4:42pm
The dying of love is always a sad thing. The lover fights to re-kindle it even in its last moments. Thanks for reading Savaja. You're most welcome here.
28th Jul 2014 11:04pm
each dance gives us strength for the next - for we live for these steps - cool writings friend
29th Jul 2014 00:13am
31st Jul 2014 7:10pm