The Scarf

 

A chilly evening in spring
His neck kept warm
By the scarf she lended him

 

The traces of her perfume
Gently caressing his senses

 

The scent of the dance he so loves
Closing his eyes
His mind starts to wander

 

How he has matured as a dancer
Used to think tango was just love

 

Now knowing it's so much more
His heart rejoices
The poetry of friendship

 

True honest love from person to person
Without fear, without judgement
Jealousy ceases to exist

 

A pure personality
A humble smile invites
Will you join my journey?

 

Dreams and reality
Hug one another
And walk in harmony

 

Providing shelter
But the door never closed
Freedom to fly out
Into clouds of happiness

 

This greatest gift of all
Expressed with movements
In close embrace

 

Caring and giving warmth
Just like the scarf is doing
Close comfort without strangling

 

He opens his eyes
Watching those so dear to him
He quietly mumbles

 

I love being a tanguero