by : Bacardi Gold
07/Oct/2020
I heard the music played just now
The song we used to dance
She’s fond of holding my gentle hands
And taking me to the dance floor
We couldn’t finish the music
Because she got tired easily then
She begged me to have our seats
Only to massage her aching feet
Oh how we danced away with our pains
Troubles and quarrels depleted our gains
Sometimes our words collided while our dancing song was being played
But we struggled to dance before the music faded
An instance, an issue we couldn’t agree
A heated argument which program to watch on TV
The host announced a Tango music to be played
Our eyes met, she grabbed my hands, to the music we danced
And our story further continues
From the dance floor we advanced to the altar
As we strutted with our two little kids along
Our love we found in dancing to be blessed and strong …
Times have passed, two little kids have families of their own
As we become a grandpa and grandma their kids have known
We still dance to the music where our love has grown
While our grandchildren dance along, to each his own…
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Pls. click to read the other poem about Love…
https://trianglewritesphil.wordpress.com/2020/08/13/night-is-a-sad-morning/
What a beautiful poetry capturing true love, that has transcended generations!
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Thank you so much !
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Love is beautifully expressed here. ❤️
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Thank you so much !
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I corpi invecchiano, l’amore no, bellissima e struggente poesia. Saluti dall’Italia
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Vero.Quando due persone si amano davvero, ‘fino alla morte non fanno loro parte.Grazie mille, Italia… dalle Filippine ! Stai al sicuro!
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So beautiful dancing kept the love flowing. I used to dance with my son when he was just newly born to gently rock him to sleep so did my Father do the same if I was not at home. Dancing held us together. The rhythm of life which flows.
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How sweet your father is. Me, too. I used to carry my younger brother to sleep when he was a year old. Unfortunately, he dropped on the floor and cried. Luckily, no harm has been inflected on him. Thank you so much for the comment. Stay safe…
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Such a beautiful a sentimental poem. True love never dies, even after many many years and suffering… That’s a lovely poem ❤
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Yes, I agree with you. Love should be true for a lasting partnership and happiness ! Thank you so much !
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Wowww…just loved it🥰❤
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Thank you so much , akshita!
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It was my great pleasure 🥰🥰🤍
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😄😃🥰
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Very nice poem!
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Thank you so much for the inspiring comment. I love it. …Be safe !
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You are welcome!
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