Just Across The Hall
The tender time it takes
To make a rhyme and
Wrap it up with all my
Heart and soul,
To tie the bow upon its
Top and gift it to the
One that matters most
Is something I can
Only dream to do,
Because she doesn’t
Know to take the time
To read the prose
That’s hidden from
Her view,
So I dance alone
Within the lines.



sometimes better to dance alone than have to translate the language of the heart to the illiterate. beauty piece 💜
Beautifully delicate. Thank you for sharing!