A Dance That Can Never Be Repeated Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Forgive me for I didn't wait for the breath in which I did take.
Like kissing the wind.
The sweetness spins.

With each petal that falls, there is an erie sorrow that I feel.
Writing from heart to heal.
Writing from the soul to steal.

A emotion devoured and the return is no less.
Like cleaning the white lacey dress.
So delicate, with soft hands one must touch.
As not to give it too much.

A leading to the dance floor.
Is it a push or a pull?
Before the steps that become golden.
A perfection that can never be repeated.
Thank you for the vision you instilled and seated.