Give me your hand ... A gift from me to you this dance.
The waiter rushed to pull her chair.
He said he does not have to ask her, but left her as new questions. Do you want to be her dancing the age ... Hand? Or ask her hand for each age? Sacked "No," and he said "yes" did not turn it answers sentence to hide the word.
Confused replied:
But I'm not good at dancing!
He said he and his hand on her waist and goes towards the hall:
I want to dance with your heart ... Do not your feet .

adding on to your poem




dance with your heart
through your eyes
and mind
as we shall
see the light together
through one soul
as our heart will melt
through the midnite
dusk
and share a
dance with one another
through our minds
under the brightness
of our watering souls

Nice words like you .

Thank you queene .