The Dance (Trance) floor

Those moments in her arms,
Under the shadows of time...
When life seemed to take a round about,
I'm just glad to have survied...

Those child like eyes scream for attention,
Give a halt to your imagination.
Can something be so beautifully carved?
Her fingers fit exactly in my palms...

She may read it out aloud with her friends,
Check out this loser who has stooped beyond all ends.
No matter how hard I try and remind,
My mind disagrees she's of a human kind...

Those moments are forevern planted,
I try hard to let these feelings go unaccounted,
Someday Somewhere I wish I could have her back on the floor,
So that I could whisper all that I cudnt before...