LOVE IS WHAT IT IS
THE SECOND DANCE
The clouds come to me again,
Like a second reel in a movie film.
No words.
No music.
My king beckons to me.
Shall we dream,
another dream?
Shall we dance,
Another dance?
I take his hand,
With falling tears of joy.
Droplets, of longing fulfilled.
I rest my head, on his shoulder,
As two silhouettes,
Dance upon the clouds.
Oh, my king,
Are you really here?
Is it, your heart,
That draws me to you?
Let us dance,
Till dawn.
For love, never fades.
If it be true,
Come again,
My sweet.
My king of my dreams.
Robert J Varrick