Friday, November 11, 2011

Spellbound


I looked my love in the eyes and allowed him to lead the dance.
We danced…and danced…and danced.
I was entranced,
Lost or completely found?
I had never had such a sense of belonging as I did when I danced with Him.
My maker.
My beginning, my middle and my end.
What a Lover he is.


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