David Darbyshire - Dancing on thin Ice

We met by the pond,
frozen which was nice.
The full moon light,
the surface of the ice.

Our hearts skipped a beat,
as we ran upon the ice.
It moaned beneath our feet,
the moonlight made it nice.

I thought I'd make my move,
she was very very nice.
I put my hands back in my pockets,
I could see I was dancing on thin ice.

David Darbyshire

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