Love Poem: The Promise
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Written by: Michael Thompson

The Promise

As I slowly enter the room, I look around and I see her 
standing there surrounded by the soft glow of flickering 
candles and swaying gently to the soft piano music playing 
in the background

  She reaches up to move a lock of auburn colored hair from her beautiful face and our eyes lock all the way across the room. 

  I begin moving through the others oblivious of all else...

  Except her

  Her eye's never leave mine as I take her drink, putting it aside and gently take her soft hand in mine

  Our hungry gaze says it all...

  Without a word I lead her to the dance floor where I reach up and let her hair down and run my fingers through the soft silky strands

  I put my arms around her waist drawing her close as we begin to dance both to the music and to the promise of things to come...