Love Unseen

The sun is gone,
Walls are painted green,
A figure sits at the piano,
Imagine this scene.

Curtains hang,
Near a marble fire,
A figure sits,
Completing this scene.

Candle flickers,
As the night grows old,
A song can be heard,
One untold.

She stands up,
And starts to dance,
The memory of her love,
Holding her hand.

A slow waltz,
A jig and a reel,
She dances them both,
With her love, unseen.

© 2013-2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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