I was a poor man when I saw her eyes
then she laughed and I went lightly.
I was lost until she moved her feet
we both went round the room.
I moved into her eyes
she sank onto her feet.
We went round the room,
I’d never met the kind of beat.
For while there was the slightest pause
little held us hand in hand
I took the rose she took my words.
© 1989 Wilfred John
WILFRED JOHN
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