The Dance (poem)

Remembering when they first saw them dance

Discomfort what they saw upon that floor

More strange the sense they felt the same before

Before they all were claimed by social trance


Remembering their special dance once more

Discomfort was a thrill they often chance

More strange were feelings shared amid a glance

Before the youth they knew passed through that door


But tears it seem has taken them away

And soon the tune the band plays will be through

Remembering forever marks their doom


Discomfort causes all their fear to stray

More strange to feel the heartbeats they once knew

Before they danced they felt lost love in bloom

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MarleneB 4 years ago from Northern California, USA

Your poem speaks so beautifully of what it must feel like for lovers to dance together for the first time. Besame Mucho! That is such a beautiful song. I enjoyed the dancers in the video, dancing with the innocense of new love.

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Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

Mh, I loved the poem, but I will have to come back later, after my computer is fixed, as I am not able to view any videos on anyone's hubs, not even my own?

In His Love, Faith Reaper

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Ghaelach 4 years ago

Morning Martin.

You have a gift for writing these poems and limericks.

LOL Ghaelach

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girishpuri 4 years ago from NCR , INDIA

Excellent as usual, martin, God bless

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tobusiness 4 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

Mhatter, each dance tells a story, the passion and awkwardness of the first time is always special, not just for the dancers, but sometimes for those who watches and follow. Nicely done.

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Janhorner 4 years ago

Simply wonderful. You have such a talent and you never disappoint. Voted up,


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shiningirisheyes 4 years ago from Upstate, New York

Such melancholy longing for youth, and so ridiculous the things that we allowed to get in our way! Youth is truly wasted on the young.

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aviannovice 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

Superbly done, Martin!!

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Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

Mh, my computer is fixed so that I may watch videos now, so lovely, again, as is the poetry. Superb as always dear one.

God bless. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

So beautiful, Every decade the young has their own dance, each one is wonderful at the time..Loved this..Thank you Martin..

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btrbell 4 years ago from Mesa, AZ

Another great one! Like an endless fountain! Thank you for sharing your amazing thoughts!

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rcrumple 4 years ago from Kentucky

To relive a love is to dance badly. Perhaps we make fools out of ourselves in many ways, but enjoy the journey. Great Job!

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