accomplishedOur Times
Poem for Day 214 – 20150802
We danced more than once I know,
I've lost count, that's quite alright.
The joy is fresh as the first,
and I can't ask for anything more.
The first time I was taken,
my heart stolen by your smile.
Here it will stay, unable to stray,
safe in your grin the rest of my days.
The second time was twice as nice,
we stayed up late and talked of life.
A shared connection was made firm.
To you my commitment was ensured.
The third time was the blessed kind,
we kissed to begin the night.
Our passion was ached for release,
and to that end we did relent.
Every time has been the best,
each one better than the last.
How many more will there be?
Let's to loose count in our old age.
We danced more than one or thrice,
I've lost count, that's quite alright.
Our time together continues on
and I can't ask for anything more.
We danced more than once I know,
I've lost count, that's quite alright.
The joy is fresh as the first,
and I can't ask for anything more.
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