Tuesday, July 24, 2012


I always liked the way you fit into that special part
of me; curved just for you somewhere deep inside my heart
I never need to wonder if you’re there because I know
I can feel you trembling where love’s tender moments glow

I like the way you never leave, although the past expands
Never us; our symmetry is not the touch of hands
but a dance; as two are one in pure and perfect art
Of un-penned compositions in the dances of the heart

© Janet Martin~

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