When I first danced with you (and your human-carried spirit), my friend, I thought your style of doing things was unique, yet I am reminded that I've met many like you, before and after, and each of their loving dances came through my fingers when our dance was long concluded. Backwards is my gait that I might seek a dance with the fullness of Love, not what's in my imagination, but what's beneath my feet, the (H)eartH, what's before me, in me, and through me, the Heart(H), and what's everywhere, and within, all around me, above me, below me, you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me and my Lovely angel Love and the HeartH of Creation... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)