Soul Spired Poem by Matthew Holloway

I would like, to take you by the hand
and dance to a song only we know
to hold your hand my own, so tightly
and stare deep into your eyes
feeling all those special thoughts
call it love, call it magic, call it glory
and I will only ever say it is this
its you and it is me, that's all I'll ever need
your hand holding mine, for our song
as we dance together, growing old
we may not notice the passing time
we are just a quick step, a one, two, three
from making a lifetimes memory