Come my love
Dance again
With me
The old songs
The new
Let me hold
You again
Tight to my form
As we whisper
Lips to ear
Twirling
To the rythym
Of the music
The beat of hearts
Lets remember
Our first twirl
Our first laugh
To recapture
That which
Days have worn
Torn
Dry the days
Of love
Let me hold you
Talk the sweet
Stories of my heart
Of my longing
Of faded dreams
Dreams of us
Let me woo you
Where the stars bright
Hold still the delight
Of eyes upon a crystal night
And souls aching
Again to feel
To steal
One more night
Of yesteryear.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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