TheJanitorOFKiwis

Her palm to his hip. And his to her waist. Enchanted and Dreaming The world’s swirling on faster They’re in no haste. Her dress, it is simple. His coats, they are few. These things are no matter In regard to their soundless tune The grass bows down where the wind hath blown, As the rising sun spotlights the couple, And the couple alone. Their eyes, they are closed. And the steps are just right. In the hearts of the loved, ‘tis not a misty meadow morning, But a truly gala night! Her full gown coincides with the makeup on her face. His visage is impeccable, Not a hair out of place. The music is whole. The stri