We danced upon a whim
Two strangers entranced
the night a culprit for us
but moon enticed us too
and your hands were porcelain
My demure a portrait of civility
But within my fire I raged dear
just a chance to fall for you
I did — second measure first refrain
footsteps across the marble
and timeless epochs followed
no Romeo or Juliet knows
this tender night given by Grace
not of pain or lost no not at all
it is a gentle promise from the heart
:: 03-20-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 