Dance Me To The End Of Love Poem by Panagiota Romios

You did that to me!
How graceful you were, that was easy to see.

You extended your soft hand, my heart did immediately melt,
As your soft, olive-toned hand, I blessedly first felt.

My heart was beating wildly.
To say I was yours eternally, instantly is putting it mildly.

That moment, that of me and you, so heavenly blended.
Just wonderfully goes on, though that first dance is cherished and has never ended.



Love,
Panagiota