Dance the Blues
Sweetheart,
does our love need a fresh start?
I'm longing for soft
music that grooves
the best of the blues.
Dancing,
in the moonlight, romancing
as you sway with me.
The magic that proves
we still got the moves.
Jazz, real jazz, that
lifts our tired, dried-up
souls to remembrance with style.
As we nestle together;
two hearts with too
much to gain, yet for a while.
Motion,
is not lost on the ocean
of long years out of touch.
Dance the blues,
with nothing to lose.
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