The Dance of Love
Come dance with my, my Love, beneath the stars,
The night is young, the moon glows in the sky,
The wind whispers your name to me, I sigh,
Come, take me in your arms, the night is ours.
Let me feel your touch upon my shoulder,
Let fall upon my lips an urgent kiss,
Oh, take me to the edge of love’s abyss,
Then pull me close as fires begin to smolder.
Oh, come to me, my Love, I wait for you,
The night is cool but passion burns within;
Oh come and let this dance of love begin,
Our limbs entwined in our own pas de deux.
Then lie beside me through the summer’s night
’Til we awaken warmed by morning’s light.
By Linda Newman
© 2008 Linda Newman
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