Moved

Moved

She would sing…

All the time

Everywhere she went

Whatever she was doing

And she wouldn’t even realize

She was doing it

The words would burst forth

In the most unexpected moments

Like her soul 

Suddenly had something to say 

And needed to be heard

His favourite…

Was when she was singing 

And didn’t know he was listening

Barefoot dancing in the kitchen

Hips swaying

Completely lost in a song

Only she could hear

And most times he would just watch

Quietly from the door

With a quirky little smile 

Playing across his lips

But sometimes…

He would be moved by her song

And he would come hold her in his arms

Pull her close

And they would dance 

And the music he heard

Was the sound of her voice

As she sang directly to his heart

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