And out of
the corner of their eye
Gazed fondly
at one other
Seemed a
long time had passed by
A time so
fresh in their minds
The spring
of eternal youth blessed
A boy with a
pen in his hand
A girl tied
her dress to her waist
Each had
their own expression
For the tune
of their hearts
A paper and
the stage the canvas
For their unbound
love of the arts
And soon
enough after many a day,
As clichéd to
others it seems
They each
discovered themselves
In one another’s
dreams
A love for more than just the self
One danced
what the other penned
And he wrote
for her, his own muse
Such a
perfect binding in the end!
Cause when
the music stops
Feet and Pen
move no more
They will
still have each other
And move
together on love’s floor
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