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Array ( [sid] => 130496 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => On the Dance Floor [time] => 2007-01-13 22:34:25 [hometext] => On this day twenty years ago I met my first Love. [bodytext] =>
Not a word could I utter, all I could
muster, a few Nonsense to mutter,
when she stood before me in her
glorious Better.
Nor the piled up Layers of snow
over the roof - or the freezing breezy
evening made my heart to shiver,
Ho! But for her stunning beauty.

Holding high – fresh red dew soaked
Blossom in my shaky hand, rehearsing
a billion times to spell-out my heart’s desire
yet stood before her like a mute mule.

From a sinking boat, I watched her dazzling dance;
as my pounding heart felt her breathing air,
like a Bolt from the blue she blushingly
kissed me and whispered “ I Love you!”

My soul to bop with joy - as I held my Christmas gift
of love in my hand, muttered dreamily in her ears “Me too!”
Franco
[comments] => 5 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 24 [informant] => FRANCO [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
On the Dance Floor

Contributed by FRANCO on Saturday, 13th January 2007 @ 10:34:25 PM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered




Not a word could I utter, all I could
muster, a few Nonsense to mutter,
when she stood before me in her
glorious Better.
Nor the piled up Layers of snow
over the roof - or the freezing breezy
evening made my heart to shiver,
Ho! But for her stunning beauty.

Holding high – fresh red dew soaked
Blossom in my shaky hand, rehearsing
a billion times to spell-out my heart’s desire
yet stood before her like a mute mule.

From a sinking boat, I watched her dazzling dance;
as my pounding heart felt her breathing air,
like a Bolt from the blue she blushingly
kissed me and whispered “ I Love you!”

My soul to bop with joy - as I held my Christmas gift
of love in my hand, muttered dreamily in her ears “Me too!”
Franco




Copyright © FRANCO ... [ 2007-01-13 22:34:25]
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Re: On the Dance Floor (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Saturday, 13th January 2007 @ 11:29:06 PM AEST
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Concrats for one!

You always dazzle the reader with your poetry.
Lovely just lovely. May the love continue to blossom.

~Michelle~


Re: On the Dance Floor (User Rating: 1 )
by The_Young_Poet on Sunday, 14th January 2007 @ 11:13:36 AM AEST
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awww very sweet. Nice poem, I liked it alot.


Re: On the Dance Floor (User Rating: 1 )
by Clarity_Rising on Wednesday, 17th January 2007 @ 03:46:23 PM AEST
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Very touching and charming.
You put forth a lot of emotion
in your poetry. Lovely write!


Re: On the Dance Floor (User Rating: 1 )
by needledancing on Wednesday, 28th February 2007 @ 12:30:07 PM AEST
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Love does soften and embrace the soul and keep it forever in your heart.Thank you for sharing.


Re: On the Dance Floor (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 20th May 2007 @ 01:06:18 AM AEST
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Hi Franco ... since you have not posted anything new
in a while, I am forced to meander through your back
pages ... and lo! what a beautiful and exceptionally
lovely piece I've found. I know how remembering this
must be bittersweet for you, but that you can look on it
and be happy for this moment, is so sweet and inspiring.

Franco, you have an amazing heart. Please continue
to share it through your poetry. You inspire us all. :)

~Breezy




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