After hope had run it's course,
After hope couldn't find,
The dancer standing on my porch.
She walked through the door,
To tables dressed in candle light,
Silence broken, but not ignored.
With her warm smiles and eyes bright.
With compliment after compliment,
I meant every word that I said,
I want to write her a new love story,
But one that will never end.
She glances to the side,
Uncomforatbly, I fumble my words,
Wonderfully, no expression can hide,
I want her to know all of me.
She dances through my mind,
Through my thoughts, into my words,
Crack a smile, my heart is signed,
By the sweetest voice I've ever heard.
A poem. Fr.
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