Published on May 5, 2006 By Death_By_Beebles In Poetry
We swing and we dance
we wear ourselves out
we try to be Spring
and all the while sing
as hands cover hearts
and laughs fill the room
and every once in a while
I get to see you smile

I admit I'm not the best
and I doubt I'll ever be
but every time I hear
you say good night dear
I wonder if the best
is really just a smile
or really just a song
so that I can dance along

And tell you how I feel,
what I know, what I see
and tell you you're the one
tell you you're perfect
for me.

Comments
on May 05, 2006
Ah, so well done - fleeting and evocative. Reminds me of my summer of 1983, which we won't go into. Good work, Beebles