The record scratches, turn back time
By Walter Burns
Sweetness… I hope you feel the same Because Sweetness… I hope to win your name At the dance when we first kissed That’s the time I reminisce It was pure poetry… It was sheer divine Like the times When you are there And I am here But we are two In this poet’s heart of mine… I can’t say its magic though I sure like to think it’s so There’s a place to hold me dear I’d just like a souvenir That simply tells me you were here When we must be apart… Life is all imaginings Butterfly strokes Of bigger things So please sweetness Sweet ease the butterflies In my heart… The tune they played was Three-part Harmony Your eyes, your lips, Your glowing face But the dance we danced Was more to me I’m pleased to know I can’t erase There the lovely daffodils Line the dance hall windowsills But the flower of my heart is you Sweetness say your dreams come true Dance with me into the night Where the stars are shining bright The dance floor has melted into bliss So hurry one last chance to kiss One last chance to feel the rhyme The record scratches, turn back time Written July 8th, 2001 © on Jul 08 2001 12:42 PM PST 0 • 8
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