I was dancing,
She was singing,
My voice was fleeting.
Her feet would leap,
my feelings creep,
By the end,
My heart would fend,
through the night,
I could not fight,
that she would be,
the one for me.
My valentine.
A bit of poetry written as it came to me.
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