The Dance…

Music played inside; I stood,
Waiting, in the lawn,

For her, to come to my side,

My love, to whose side I was drawn

I saw her, as she left her car,
My heart, flew to her arm,
Beautiful she was, in stunning white,
A twinkle in her eye, unique charm

I took her hand, and walked inside,
Through the throng of friends, we went,
Looked in her eyes, and saw that love,
My heart skipped a beat, to moments we spent

I led her, to the floor,
We danced to the beat, slow,
Her hand on my shoulder, mine on her hip,
We could have danced forever, I know

When the dance was over,
I knelt, on one knee,
And for the world to hear, I asked,
Darling, will you marry me?


pic credit:
last dance by tfprince

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

28 thoughts on “The Dance…

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  1. @sameera:i found the gal, just nervous to pop the question.@suhani:hey glad to see u back here…!! thanx!@divya:is that a good awww or a bad awww?? πŸ˜‰

  2. yupp poetry is a subtle art but I feel u hav conquered it by being true by expressing wat u feel.luved the poem very much. very romantinishtapettu

  3. Vinu.. This is officially the fav poem of mine!!!!Beautiful.and great rhyming as usual!!!!

  4. Dang…this is awesome…Loved the pic too and the words…gave me goosebumps… This was nicely done.. πŸ™‚

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