Old-Time Moves of No Regret
Through steely blue the spirits dance
The old-time moves of no regret
Begin to mingle retrospect
Inventing history of romance
To give new love a sporting chance
Demanding truth of intellect
Cavorting trust amid respect
As lovers share a fleeting glance.
A moment lost to longing stares
A promised kiss upon a smile
The hidden wants of visual style
That leads the knowing unawares
Revealing thoughts the heart declares
The talking eyes that stay awhile
Like the sun on an old sundial
For love has sworn its place is there.
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