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Our Dance

Our Dance

Across the floor we swept away,
There weren’t much words for us to say.
Your gentle eyes said it all,
It had much love than I recall.

I wanted to tell of things in my heart,
But I didn’t know how to start.
Your loving arms held me so,
That I didn’t ever want to let go.

Behind my eyes I could never hide,
It told you everything I couldn’t confide.
That I couldn’t say how much you meant,
When the moment came up and went.

I love you, Papa. More than words can say,
I’m grateful for you in every way
.”
Our eyes welled up for all to see,
But that moment belonged only to you and me.

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