The sounds make me sway
To the rhythm I must obey
Searching for his smile
His answer may be a while
My eyes gaze through the room
Hoping for love to bloom
The music speeds up its pace
I still long for seeing his face
The end is near
It is almost clear
The lights are being brightened
I turn a little frightened
But what is this?
Someone’s laying his hands on my hips

J.L.M. Haarman

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