This one's for all the dancers and dreamers out there.
For The Dancing And The Dreaming
He'd swim and sail on savage seas.
A love fallen deeply and felt widely brought him to his knees.
With never a fear of drowning.
At the sight of her he was frowning.
And gladly ride the waves of life.
Though he could hardly believe his eyes when he saw his wife.
If she would marry him;
For without her life was grim.
No scorching sun nor freezing cold.
Not one could unearth a greater gold,
Than the love that did unfold,
In the story they foretold.
Would stop him on his journey.
As long as he was sturdy,
Of her love he would strive to be worthy.
If she would promise him her heart,
And never would they be apart,
Between waters off the chart.
And love,
Him all of the above.
And for all eternity,
They would promise certainly.
Her dearest one her darling dear,
As long as they were near,
There would be nothing to fear.
His mighty words astounded her,
And with them she was always sure.
But she had no need for mighty deeds,
Only him and him alone did she need.
When she felt his arms around her,
It was his touch that she would prefer.
But he would bring her rings of gold,
And whatever mighty treasures the world did behold.
He'd even sing her poetry,
And wreathe her with jewelry.
And keep her from all harm,
All through the night as he held her in his arms.
If she would stay beside him;
For without her life was dull and dim.
She had no use for rings of gold,
Nor did she care for all the treasures the world did behold.
She cared not for his poetry,
Nor to be wreathed in jewelry.
She only wanted his hand to hold,
When the nights grew dim and cold;
For his touch could tell her all she needed to be told.
She only wanted him near her;
For he was her only cure.
To love and kiss to sweetly hold,
For all who dared to dance and dream were bold,
When life was too dark and grim and cold;
For the dancing and the dreaming were precious to behold.
Through all life's sorrows,
He'd lend a hand to borrow.
And delights,
She was what remained true and bright,
And from her courage he took flight.
She'd keep his laugh inside her,
From the wounds of life it would be her cure.
She'd sail and swim on savage seas,
And feel a love widely that fell so deeply and brought her to her knees.
With never a fear of drowning,
And for their love the lone wolf be howling.
She'd gladly ride the waves so white,
And from his courage she took flight.
If he would marry her,
She would be the ma'am and he would be the sir.
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-birdywings