The Dance

There always seems to be

A conversation with you on my mind

Yet when I'm with you, darling,

The words are so hard to find.

Like a cool blue lake

On a hot summer's day ...

Accepting and allowing me,

You wash my cares away.

When you look into my eyes

I know you really see

Me here before you,

Yes you see me.

With a tender hug

Or your guiding touch

I find the sense of safety

And I can stand upon such.

Across crowded room

Your smile and glance

Speak volumes to my soul

And leads my heart in dance.

~ © Tamara Parisio