Elizabeth how come it seems
you dance all night within my dreams
my heart is such a chilly place
I even got a broken vase
I cant explain, it must be this
a smile from you is like a kiss
you lead me firmly to the gate
and welcome me: be not afraid
Your body's warm, your voice is bright
the holy spirits beaming light
then suddenly an open gate
my heart redeemed, a joyous fate
I try to ask if this is love
but hear a voice from high above
He says: Elizabeth is more
than just a dance across the floor
She is the reason of your smile
the mystic pulse behind your style
there is a balm for the insane
that deeply heals the one in pain
I wake and I am not alone
you're dancing in my brain and bone
I put new flowers in my vase
I'd like to thank you face to face
Lizzytysh dancing
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peter danielsen
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Dear Elazar,
Not meaning to ignore your addition here, I'd considered "perhaps he's generalized my name" with his comment....yet any of the things you've listed ring through as possibilities. Peter named my favourite. I love to dance. Sipping wine is an option, though remote anymore. I jumped on a trampoline the first time in my life a little over a year ago. I drank some wine that day, and had danced the night before. There were men who sail, to and from South America and elsewhere, at the gathering. Was that you?
~ Elizabeth
Not meaning to ignore your addition here, I'd considered "perhaps he's generalized my name" with his comment....yet any of the things you've listed ring through as possibilities. Peter named my favourite. I love to dance. Sipping wine is an option, though remote anymore. I jumped on a trampoline the first time in my life a little over a year ago. I drank some wine that day, and had danced the night before. There were men who sail, to and from South America and elsewhere, at the gathering. Was that you?
~ Elizabeth
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