love is like a dance.
a constant flowing,
moving,
changing rhythm.
sometimes passionate,
whirling,
beating,
flowing.
sometimes slow,
peacefully gliding
through somber moments
in our lives.
then there are moments
when joy taps,
thumps,
sparking happiness
between dancer’s heels.
and the dance never ends,
for dancing with you
is my desire.
be it flamenco,
tap,
or slow.  


by: e.p