A Man, A Woman and Passion

“I do not know what this song means”

She says, a careful smile plays on her lips.

“Ah, it is about a man, a woman and passion”

He answers, “the best songs usually are”

He takes her hand into his own,

Making her small, tiny world – his own.

 

“Dance with me!” his voice dares

She laughs – nervously – they smoothly slide

No sound, but for the careful shuffle of feet

 Suddenly – she pulls herself away!

The snow outside settles, her mind weeps in turmoil

 “And what is this about?” she whispers,

letting her gaze meet the mystery in his eyes.

“A man, a woman and passion”

Comes a low, warm reply.

“The best stories usually are.”