Dear Brent,
The way you hold me near
the way we dance on air
my hand in your hand
as we dance barefoot in sand
my heart washed away and is no longer my own
there's no one like you I've ever known
your hand, warm on my hip
the music plays, afraid I'll trip
you twirl me once, then twice
then again, looking in your eyes
I don't want to go, can we dance forever?
lets not stop, never
I watch your eyes as they watch mine
The gold ring deep in blue, waiting for a sign
the music slows, then stops, and we stand
before you pull me close still hand in hand
you place your cool hands on my neck
and yours, mine, our first kiss is just a peck
then again your gentle lips touch mine
So different this time
I slowly can't help but close my eyes
I still think of this night from time to time
You say for the first time " I think I love you"
I don't answer back but I think you know i meant it too...AB
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