you are pretty in that frame
your grace defines the night
dance away again.
your frail steps are queasy
beautiful, just sail
just move your feet,
leave me colorful trails.
and now i feel,
like walking away.
i feel,
like saying goodbye
to your eyes,
and everything you are.
but i know
that my heart
will always sing to you.
this hand will never tire,
and as much as it wants to rest,
it won't.
it forever will write
about the way
you easily move one's heart,
and how in-love i am with you.