Glaze…show me sweet Eden.

Then I ask you be the gentleman

and make me your lady,

take my slender fingers into yours

lead me through the waltz.

Hold me close as we glide,

be the reason for my smile.

Teach me musics silent beat,

be the furnace to my heat.

You be the gentleman show me the glaze,

make me your lady,

dance me through this maze.

Karen Hayward ©2016