Diamond in the Ruff
A diamond in the ruff
as he sits there
i wish we could dance
dance and dance
all night
but i cannot dance
look at his hair
and his deep precious eyes
oh i truly wish i could dance
i stare at him
he stares at me
i turn away
am i blushing?i can't tell
he strolls over and asks me to dance
i accept
but i remember i can't dance
neither can he
yet he is a diamond in the ruff
and we are both very clumsy
diamond in the ruff
as he sits there
i wish we could dance
dance and dance
all night
but i cannot dance
look at his hair
and his deep precious eyes
oh i truly wish i could dance
i stare at him
he stares at me
i turn away
am i blushing?i can't tell
he strolls over and asks me to dance
i accept
but i remember i can't dance
neither can he
yet he is a diamond in the ruff
and we are both very clumsy
diamond in the ruff
1 comment:
Hello Lizzi,
I see that you used my "diamond" photo for your poem "Diamond in the Ruff" I like the poem! The funny thing is that I can't dance... it's the one thing that I can't do that I really wish I could do. My wife spent several thousand dollars on dance lessons before giving up. But she still thinks that I am a gem.
Morgan Rockhill
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