I like it when you ajust my tie
before we go out to dinner..
When your soft hands pluck
that little piece of lint from my
sports jacket..
When your eyes tell me that you
are for me..
I like that when our eyes lock from
accross a crowded room your subtle
smile can reassure me that my woman
can heal any doubt's reflected in my
green eyes..
You are beautiful..
The ballroom dance floor shimmered
like colourful glass and I smiled as
I watched you dance with other fellows..
But the band struck that familiar note..
It was our favorite slow dance song..
Everyone at the ball watched as you graciously
set your wine glass on the candlelit table..
'Who was she about to dance with was written
on their faces as just the two of us met at the
center of the dance floor?'
The music began and your hands cupped the
back of my head in adoration..
Your firm body pressed into me in a soulful
melting..
There were whispers among the
crowd..
They knew now that you
were taken..
They knew they were witnessing
an unbroken bond of unspeakable
passion and devotion..
It could be argued that there were
more beautiful women in attendance
But none..more beautiful than you-