Our glances, like lovers new
They dance, flirting as they meet
And break to rest anew
Our smiles, they hold abit of promise
A tease of something behind those lips
A promise of romance, of passion
Our bodies they move to an invisible beat
That leads to a dance of anticipation
One hand reaches out and another heart is given
As hands touch, souls meet and love blooms
Not a word is spoken
But the heart has chosen
A glance, a glimpse of romance
I share a glance with you,
They dance, flirt
Is it with you that romance shall bloom?
Raylitpoems 2003
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