A Man, a women and passion
“I do not know what this
song means”
She says, a careful smile
plays on her lips.
“Ah, it is about a man, a
woman and passion”
He answers, “the best songs
usually are”
He takes her hand into his
own,
Making her small, tiny world
– his own.
“Dance with me!” his voice
dares
She laughs – nervously –
they smoothly slide
No sound, but for the
careful shuffle of feet
Suddenly – she pulls herself away!
The snow outside settles, her
mind weeps in turmoil
“And what is this about?” she
whispers,
letting her gaze meet the
mystery in his eyes.
“A man, a woman and passion”
Comes a low, warm reply.
“The best stories usually
are.”
Ananya
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