I saw her dancing thro' the peep hole of my heart,
My person was marooned beyond her person,
She called me thro' the autumnal breeze,
And I was caught in the stormy wind within.
It was the day that she'd been called for a dance,
And the stage had been breathing fragrance and excitement;
Yet here I was caged not to fly out to witness her dance.
I let my soul float on its wings reaching her dancing arena.
My soul watched her dance 'midst of tiny blooms,
And she looked the dazzling star of the cosmic garden.
Her jingling steps thrilled my soul and I shouted in joy,
The fluttering of her eye lashes pinched my excitement,
The melody born of heart traveled thro' her tongue
Reminded of my joy born when she'd uttered 'Dad'.
Her mom too was in the cradle of joy, yet far from her presence
And she'd been writing words of joy in her heart
For the little fragrant dance had traversed into her soul.
We'd imbibed joy ineffable when we watched her dance with our souls.
For she's always God's Gift unto us to live in joy.

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