Poem for her 639

Dear Readers,


Dance

When the snows are deep
When the dew is sweet
When the days are long
When the fireplace is on
When there is no music
When the dawn is far off
When she walks in the room
When she sees me arrive
When the day is short
When the sunset is near
When the lights are off
When the shadows slow
When she hears the music
When she touches my hand
When I see her arrive
Whenever we kiss standing up
Whenever we want to
Dance in each others arms

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.