Razzle
dazzle
snow scene,
my life
so white
so bare
so vast,
and then
your open
door,
my heart
whooshing
toward
your arms,
racing
much
too fast,
too free,
as your eyes
waltzed
slowly
over me,
the cadence
yours,
the tempo
mine,
the music
poured
like
vintage
wine,
the magic
of our moment
so rare,
so good,
so new,
as breathlessly,
I gazed
at you.
From "Love"-poems by Danielle Steel
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