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Love On Their Minds

Updated on May 11, 2017
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia with my hubby, Martin and cat Sid.

They always danced,

with love on their minds,

always one holding on to the other –

as if letting go meant saying good-bye.

Crowded dance floors,

seemed to melt away,

when in dim lights,

they held each other tight.

Dancing far into the night,

sometimes as long as the early morning light,

they danced as if life depended on it –

danced with love on their minds.

Day were plain and ordinary,

it was the nighttime that made them come alive.

Soon friend knew,

that if they couldn’t be found,

they were on a dance floor somewhere –

dancing with love on their minds.

Soon it was incredible,

that he took it all for granted,

she was his to have and to hold –

dancing through the nights.

There was something suddenly lacking,

a passion that his heart sought,

one that he couldn’t understand,

even when they were dancing –

with love on their minds.

One night at their table,

he waited for her to come,

when a whisper said into this ear –

I’m attracted to your dancing.

Startled he looked up,

at a woman he’d never seen before,

and for some reason –

passion flared.

So he took her onto the dance floor,

thinking it would be alright,

to try to understand this need,

without the woman,

he professed to love so much.

Soon he was lost,

in this woman’s spell,

dancing as he had not danced,

for a long time now.

When the dance was done,

he looked up as if from a spell,

his heart beating fast

and saw here at the edge of the floor.

It was then that he suddenly knew,

that the only kind of dancing he wanted,

was the dancing he did with his love,

when they melted into one another

and danced with love on their minds.

But as he approached he saw,

there were tears in her eyes,

he had betrayed her with this dance

and head down he held out his hand.

She took his hand,

they went onto the dance floor,

but that magic,

that love was now not there,

no longer could they dance –

with love on their minds.

So she pulled away,

the last thing he saw,

was the betrayed look on her face,

tears streaming,

as she disappeared into the crowd

and he was left standing –

with love on his mind.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee


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      ThreeKeys 7 weeks ago from Australia

      ..."danced with love on their minds"...that line stays with me.

      A poignant poem.

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      manatita44 6 weeks ago from london


      Hard to bounce back sometimes...when the flame dims, like a lighted candle on it's dying breath. Great poetry!!

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      FlourishAnyway 6 weeks ago from USA

      Dancing is said to be a symbol of sexual energy so one could understand the sense of betrayal.

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      Bill Holland 6 weeks ago from Olympia, WA

      Your love poems always remind me of a country song....they always tell a story, always require emotions from the reader. Well done my friend. Now get busy on that book of yours. :)

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      Terrie Lynn 6 weeks ago from Canada

      Your poem about dancing and all the emotion it involves is wonderful. Life is dance, we learn as we go. May you you never stop dancing through your writing. Thank you, gypsy.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 6 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you ThreeKeys

      Thank you Manatita

      So true Flourish Anyway

      Thank you Bill and yes, I am going to work on getting that ebook done.

      You welcome Terrie.

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      Shyron E Shenko 6 weeks ago from Texas

      Hello Gypsy, I have tears in my eyes from reading this,

      With love on my mind

      Until I saw them together

      The sight was very unkind

      It seemed our stars and our hearts

      were no longer aligned



      These are my thoughts as I read your

      beautiful poem, so they will be the first words of mine.

      Blessings and hugs.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 6 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you very much Shyron. Blessings and hugs to you too and may you have a great weekend.

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      Eric Dierker 6 weeks ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      What a great story. While I feel sorry for the one who loved him, I felt more disgust of the man. Wow there is a lot here in such short order.

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      Genna East 6 weeks ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Hi Rasma...

      I love the endless stories you create with your poetry. Amazing.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 6 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Eric. I believe the inspiration came from my love of slow dancing when two people could spend hours on the floor totally lost in each other.

      Thank you Genna.

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 weeks ago from Central Florida

      Wow. What a sad ending!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 12 days ago from Riga, Latvia

      This time my inspiration took me on a sadder path Shauna. Not always can there be happy endings although I do like them best.

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