Partner
Partner of perfect grace,
extension of my dancing whims,
equal in creation's blush,
how I miss your hand tonight.
Beauty is your following,
captured by the all you are.
I am seduced by elegance,
in rapture to all of this.
To dance is not enough
when two must combine.
You and I match step to step,
two in audience to our bliss.
Others cannot now compare
when they seek to take your place.
I spend my time in their arms,
looking forward to your return.
There is never enough time,
how it seems to only fly,
when we celebrate motion shared
on the dance floor, two as one.
I'd bide my time in this place,
waiting for partner's glad embrace.
Again we'll dance in God's sight
lifted high on angel's wings.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160125.