Soon people would gather round,

just to watch him dance,

they threw money at his ground,

all gave more than a glance…

Her voice and singing they’d hear,

he danced on with no fear,

to them it was obvious and clear,

they would clap and cheer…

For his was the dance of love,

a dance only a few could feel,

it never pushes or shoves,

and any pains it will heal…

There are no spoken words to hold,

it speaks through loving movements,

its words are in the soul,

it forgives and truly repents…

Its graciousness to the eyes,

its steps are always in line,

this dance never dies,

it is a dance for all times…

A time to laugh,

a time to cry,

a time to pass,

a time to last…

One day she came out,

as she could she the crowds on the street,

wanted to know whats this all about,

was the first time they would meet…

When she heard what was happening,

she was furious told them all to move on,

there would be no more singing,

his dance of love was gone………..to be cotinued…….