Dark eyes, long hair, proud of familia and roots. <br />Tattoos claim the city with the golden bridge. <br />Why you? So strange when these eyes only sought green or blue, <br />uninked, milky skin, and hair of gold. <br />Spanish guitar played, Latin blood ran deep. <br />When will I forget? I think never. <br />Your memory and voice imprinted deep within. <br />You said you loved me, as I walked out of your life. <br />So young, so different, so real, yet unreal. <br />I see you clearly in passing dreams. <br />I hear you say my name, hold my hand, and I sigh. <br />You always said I'd be there in the end. <br />Yes, look deeply into my dark eyes and hold me once more. <br />You know that I'll say yes to one last dance.<br /><br />Sandra Regan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-last-dance/
