Dark eyes, long hair, proud of familia and roots.
Tattoos claim the city with the golden bridge.
Why you? So strange when these eyes only sought green or blue,
uninked, milky skin, and hair of gold.
Spanish guitar played, Latin blood ran deep.
When will I forget? I think never.
Your memory and voice imprinted deep within.
You said you loved me, as I walked out of your life.
So young, so different, so real, yet unreal.
I see you clearly in passing dreams.
I hear you say my name, hold my hand, and I sigh.
You always said I'd be there in the end.
Yes, look deeply into my dark eyes and hold me once more.
You know that I'll say yes to one last dance.
Sandra Regan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-last-dance/
