There she was a vision to behold.
Waiting on the dance floor.
Then the Moonbeam came through the window
As it captured, a vision of beauty.
Highlights of bright light glistened in her hair.
She moved and transformed the room.
The Moon now capturing her dress.
A spectacle of glitter and silver sparkel.
No words needed to be spoken
As I walked towards her.
She knew it was our dance.
We moved and she moved the room.
All eyes were on this vision of beauty.
Moonlight shimmering down her dress.
Her eyes unfolded into my own.
She had answers to all of my questions.
Then wiped the tear from my very cheek
With her very own kiss.
This is so beautiful, John, that I held my breath until the very end. Moments like these are the threads that weave the very fabric of who we are and the direction we are fated to take in our lifetime. This is just gorgeous.
Take care,
Sherry
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Take care,
Sherry