I like to think of it as an intermission; that I will once again be encircled by loving arms. Spun round and held close: smell their neck and feel their lips graze mine.
Beauty in love; beauty like nothing else. For it is etched in Us After each time we fall. What a beautiful thing.
Look past the heartache, the pain, and your left with the dance:).
Oh how I wish I had danced more; but life is nowhere near over! Many more punches on my card to fill
Beloveds, dance today and think of me; think of lovers come and gone, and of the beauty that lies ahead!
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