When you walked,
it looked as if
you were dancing under the stars.
Little feet have
a soft-stepping cadence
when they explore small town streets,
and yours were no exception.
You danced the ballet vino,
each sway a dive
ready to be caught
in the movement of
the music you paced.
You stumbled,
I caught you,
and we laughed
like we had
Many times before.
It was cool and misty,
the burnt smell of fallen leaves
was in the air.
It was October,
the world was painted autumn,
and we were in love.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
When you walked,
it looked as if
you were dancing under the stars.
Little feet have
a soft-stepping cadence
when they explore small town streets,
and yours were no exception.
You danced the ballet vino,
each sway a dive
ready to be caught
in the movement of
the music you paced.
You stumbled,
I caught you,
and we laughed
like we had
Many times before.
It was cool and misty,
the burnt smell of fallen leaves
was in the air.
It was October,
the world was painted autumn,
and we were in love.
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