The music plays, just for us

Time stands still as I feel your hand on the small of my back
smile up at you as butterflies whisper at me to take a chance
I’m having a hard time deciphering which part of this is dream
but as I look in your eyes I decide dreams can be reality.

And the drum beats in the background to the tune of my heart
As we leave that room and float somewhere on the edges of time
We live in the place where memory and fantasy join hands and smile
Today I know, this moment is right where I am supposed to be.

I published this poem on Will you write with me?



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