No dance...

Canticle

First dance, last dance, no dance.

Not to take a step,

Trying so hard, but yet intercepted by other loved ones.

Who don’t want me to move forward with my love,

My passion, my heart.

I see her everyday, and can never ask for a dance.

Her looks blind me with her beauty,

I’m struck by her brains, as they work,

Her hair, as soft as a spring rose,

Her welcoming appearance, her soft heart, tender voice.

Alas, this was is not meant to be.

Another man, who craves her love, her passion, her smarts.

I won’t receive my first dance, my last dance;

And am stuck with, no love, no passion, and no dance.

 

  • Author: Henry Canticle (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 5th, 2018 21:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: Yet.. as much as I see her, I can't speak to her.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 13
  • Users favorite of this poem: Writings From The Unknown13
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  • Writings From The Unknown13

    this is a good poem it makes me wonder who the girl is that you see everyday

    • Canticle

      We shall never know...



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