Waltz

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The waltz is shades of darkest blue,
With dancing words you can’t confess.
Recall the loss of something true,
And warmth of someone else’s caress.
Thoughts of remorse, these feel no less,
Than sitting in a sermon pew.

The waltz is deep romantic red,
With fluttered leaping in your chest.
Recall each word your partner said.
Treasure the good. Dismiss the rest.
Submit to follow in his stead,
Because this love is heaven blessed.

The waltz is yellow, full of light.
It lifts your spirit off the ground.
Recall the hopes that gleam so bright,
Uncertain yet entrancing sound.
Dance every morning. Kneel each night,
And pray that these dreams can be found.