Tuesday, 18 February 2014

The First Dance

                                          She smiled at him.
                            For the first time, him, her husband.
                                He looked deep into her eyes.

"My wife", he whispered, "I love you"
A shiver went up her spine.
Her soul held a breath.
He pulled her closer,
Guiding her to the centre.
All eyes on them.
One two and three,
Together they danced,
Mister and Missus.
For the very first time.
He held a hand, one to her hip,
Brushed her lips, small peck.
They turned and smiled to the faces.
He was hers.
She was his.

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