my breath cannot keep up <br />with my heart my feet <br />cannot keep up with <br /> <br />the ballroom, the smart <br />clad gentlemen and their <br />graceful belles are launching <br />off on their feet too <br /> <br />the colourful celings, chandeliers, <br />collonaded walls and glittering lights are <br />dancing with us to a series of delightful <br />crescendos <br /> <br />we glide weightless angels in heaven <br />to and fro, back and forth, <br />to and fro, back and forth <br />our physiques transporting us <br />like two God's premier art pieces <br />tinging the air with royal regal, <br />flowing elegance, ever measured <br />and precise poise <br /> <br />time takes a rest snugly <br />as we lock eyes <br />enveloping us in a warmth <br />we wish is signed 'eternal' <br />between the palms as our eet feet <br />propel us on and on to the charms and <br />pleasure of the moment<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dance-with-johann-strauss/
