Dancing
By Sarah Hafermann
Written September 2009
Twirling, whirling, moving to the beat.
looking into your eyes, holding onto your hand.
A dream comes to reality, feeling the passion and heat.
The smile upon your face makes my heart take a stand.
A hope that is feared to be hoped.
A heart that is afraid to love once again.
The pain I've endured, but some how have coped,
now I pray it is my heart you slain.
Slay my soul, as the rhythm takes us away.
The past only bring us closer, as we stand close now.
My heart is begging you to stay,
and as the dance comes to an end, I take a bow;
I bow out of my fears and take a leap of faith,
into your arms, your heart, and mind,
begging, God and the holy wraith,
for you to be one I've been searching to find.
