If the world was choreographed
We'd be perfect
We'd be lost in each other's
Arm in an eternal ballet
But sadly, it is not...
And we would fall like figurines
Dirtying the earth
Everytime our clay-dust shatters
But If I was the one who made missteps
Forgive me
I really wouldnt want to stain those
Little pretty glass-slippers
It glows of such moonbeams
That I would be blood-letting
If I saw it greasy...
We would twirl and my hair
matted my eyes like the night-curtain
So it could malicously hide my boyish emotions
I treasured and crushed your curves in my arms
You seem irritated...
(but secretly I liked it and hid my grins)
I foolishly reason-out that it's
Because of your gyroscopic dance steps
That can manuever a thousand fleet of love's battleship
The deadliest weapons, they wield...
Your beautiful soul burning in fire...
© 2006 Tetch de la Cruz
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