The Door

The memory lingers on

Of that tender love song

That you sang as we danced near the door.

And those words which you whispered

As my dimples you kissed,

"I've never seen you smile

Quite like that, before."

Have you ever known love?

Has it taken your heart?

Have you ever been that far before?

Or have you simply stood by

And watched from afar

Thinking, "Someday, I'll dance through that door."

I still feel your hands on my hips

And your voice in my ear

As we paused on the sidewalk that day.

Though the world passed us by -

It somehow ceased to exist

For the moment

I was taken away.

I heard nothing you said

Though I felt every word

As often I do when you're near.

Yet I dare not let go,

Lest you see what's inside

Why is that?

What is this

That I fear?

When your hand holds my face

In a cradled embrace

And you lean in to kiss me goodnight

I think to myself,

"This cannot be wrong.

No, not this time -

It just feels too right."

Still I can't help but wonder

In the deep of the night

As your arms close around me once more

Will we simply stand by

And watch from afar

Or, someday,

Will we dance through the door?

October, 2003