This Love Story
Even the quiet soul, who after guest leaves.
Still does imagine their place
In her heart, in his memory,
In the world’s grand scheme of romantic notion
When we dance, our bodies touch,
Just that excitement of blouse upon my
Naked forearm while moving through society,
Will my world ever serenade this reveal
If in my quiet I do fantasize,
The urgency I create will hold promise
To love, to know this energy,
Our passion as defined as lost treasure
Oh there is true harmony
In that kiss, that glance, that gasp,
In each decade, a serenade in movement
We can and will respond in kind
We do, we will, there is a freedom
Found in each other’s arms,
Though tossed to the side by anxious wall,
We will, we can, oh my!
The mental traveler we have become,
While lives live dreams we welcome.