Last Dance

Dreaming of the last dance,
Caressing my hair and holding my hands.
Missing the gaze upon your eyes as you looked into mine.
As the music keeps playing I sit here sipping my wine.
Remembering the warmth of your hand
his love was so divine.
May I have this one last dance before we say goodbye?
To gaze into your eyes under the moonlight,
I wait here patiently for the love that was mine.

I wait...

Wait below the stars for you,
The hours keep passing by, I wake up it was all a dream.
The handsome love of mine will remain in my memories.
I will remember you and the last dance we had,
Holding on to my love and never letting go of my hand.

Hello Steemit Fam!

Another day another poem.

This poem I wrote today had me think of a woman who was in love with a man that she met in her past life. As the dream feels so real she realizes that it's not real and it's all in her mind. I wrote this poem to relate with my current situation of being in love with someone I can't have anymore. As much as I miss this person he is in my memory. I hope everyone has a lovely day talk to you all soon!