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The Dance
by Christopher Carlson (Age: 26)
copyright 07-20-2005


Age Rating: 7 to 127

 
(((I originally wrote this on 01/29/01, which would have made me a senior in high school. I had recently been to a dance and danced this very dance with the girl I though I loved at the time. I have tweaked it a bit just now, but the basic understanding and meaning are still there that I wanted to convey back then. ENJOY!)))

Looking in your eyes,
Hoping to see my love,
Staring back at me.
I’ll take this chance.
To hold you close,
So close I feel your heart beat.
As we dance,
The dance I’ve been waiting for.

Your head on my shoulder,
Tear of love you can’t see,
Rolls down my face.
Finally so close I can feel you breathe.
I pray Lord don’t let it end.
I want to hold you close,
Love you unconditionally.
As we dance,
The dance I’ve been waiting for.

Holding you in my arms,
Closer than ever before,
As the music plays nice and slow.
I sing to you,
But you can’t hear.
In my mind I beg you not to go,
Just don’t let go.
As we dance,
The dance I’ve been waiting for.

The music stops,
You pull away.
A kiss on the cheek,
And you turn away.
Through the crowd,
You disappear.
Leaving me in loves loneliness,
And pondering what I should have said.
As we end,
The dance I’d been waiting for.




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07-22-2005 Mike Macdonald    

This is very charming. I relived all my dances when I read it, and I remember feeling the same way a couple of times. Probably why I stopped going to them. Silly breed, Romanticists.
07-22-2005 Sam Hackel-Butt    

Very romantic and beautiful. My first slow dance was out of pressure from my friends, but it was nice... the guy was and still is my best friend. We were in grade 7... 12, and already my friends thought we were meant to be! Love's crazy. The dance'll never end.
07-21-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

I remember the first kiss and how I ran all the way home afterward. I wished for it for so long and then was so happy.....she told me I was a great friend the next day. The ups and downs of love! This was good son, Anthony
07-21-2005 David Pekrul    

I like this a lot. It flows well, and I especially like the way each stanza ends with the same wording, which I think adds strength to the meaning and feelings of the narrator.
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