And somehow,
You make it home safe,
With the echo of music in your ears,
Thanks to God in your head,
And the touch of him on your lips.
And you're thanking God
That he took the time to make
Such a man,
Who laughs with you,
Who dances with you,
Who treats you like a lady,
A treasure.
And you're lying on your bed,
No remnents of the dance
But a dress in the corner,
Fallen curls,
And the quiet,
Quiet
Memory of your first kiss.
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