my breath cannot keep up
with my heart my feet
cannot keep up with
the ballroom, the smart
clad gentlemen and their
graceful belles are launching
off on their feet too
the colourful celings, chandeliers,
collonaded walls and glittering lights are
dancing with us to a series of delightful
crescendos
we glide weightless angels in heaven
to and fro, back and forth,
to and fro, back and forth
our physiques transporting us
like two God's premier art pieces
tinging the air with royal regal,
flowing elegance, ever measured
and precise poise
time takes a rest snugly
as we lock eyes
enveloping us in a warmth
we wish is signed 'eternal'
between the palms as our eet feet
propel us on and on to the charms and
pleasure of the moment
john tiong chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dance-with-johann-strauss/
