A Heart Shaped Shoe

We met in that enchanting way
in palace corridors spying the other.
Our eyes locked as our worlds faded
and thoughts of others dimmed to sputters.

Awestruck, we danced a careful ballet
hesitant, neither sure the steps of summer, 
and resigned hope of finding worthy words to say;
we just smiled, listening to time's beating drummer.

Her name, for shame I could not fathom or remember, 
and as I dared to finally speak , I felt her shutter, 
the spell broke like some truth betrayed
to flee in autumn’s bounty sleigh.

I still have that magic shoe
but there may be other feet more true.
I trust Him with feet who’s laces I shan’t undo
to find me one, in time it may be you!


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