Gown.
Tux.
Slow music.
Country.
Hands on my hips.
Waltz, then dip.
Swinging me around,
Whisper, "Do you love me?"
Made for the dancing,
For the laughing.
Not for the breaking of hearts.
My words, "Yes. Yes. Yes!"
Did I mean it?
And not for the breaking of hearts.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoetryPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
