DANCING
by John Stephens
My love for you I hold in my heart
is an ocean, deep and wide
so far I could never cross,
so deep I cannot reach.
Its beauty like a rose
whose bloom is full and never fails
ever it grows.
There is, it seems, magic there
I saw it in your eyes
when first we met.
I see it still when you turn your gaze my way.
I don't understand it,
but I don't care
it is magic, it is beauty, it is wonder
and every day, every gaze
it is like new and quickens my heart.
Our love is the fountain of youth welling up
and young will we ever be, dancing... dancing...
