The First Dance
He
walks into the room,
and
I lose my breath.
He
glances my way,
and
I get lost in his eyes.
He
walks towards me,
and
it feels like a dream.
He
asks me to dance,
and
I can't speak.
He
takes my hand,
and
I feel weak.
He
pulls me close,
and
he kisses me.
Elizabeth
Seibel – April 2000
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