:: dancing ::

You are dancing tip-toe on my heart,
My eyes are awash with tears of joy.
Although they try, there are no words
That describe how you make me feel.

Like the little chocolate with my lunch,
Or the cups of tea, or the goodbye kiss
In the mornings when you leave for work,
Taking care of others before yourself.

Like getting to hold you close to me,
Or letting you play with my boring hair,
Or tickling you when I know it's too much
But you let me do it all the same.

Your love for me shows no bounds,
And I aspire to do the same.
Only time will tell if it's possible,
But you're setting the best example.

Copyright © 02/05/2006 Randolph Potter

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