What do you think of my new poem?

Is it too long and does it hold your interest?

Come Dance with me

The first time that he saw her, his heart was set awhirl. She was dancing with another, a pretty green eyed girl.

The young man watched them for awhile, than stood to make his plea. With outstretched arms he looked at her, and said, "come, dance with me".

Mesmerized by grey/blue eyes, she rose and took his hand, and from that moment on--her life--would follow other plans.

They married soon and everyday, when he returned at three, he'd grab her waist and twirl her 'round and say "come dance with me".

Then children came and bills and work and harried days and nights. Yet, through it all, he'd always say, "come dance with me tonight".

He always had the magic, this strong amazing man, to soothe her fears and calm her soul, with loving outstretched hands.

Then one day, he asked no more, his voice was stilled by time. She's left with only memories, alone and past her prime.

With saddened heart, she'd clutch his shirt and twirl around the floor, pretending he was with her still, to dance with her once more.

The years rolled by--she made a life and lived as best she could. He promised he'd come back for her, one day she knew he would.

Now lying on her bed tonight, his outstretched hand appeared, again--the magic did it's work to soothe and calm her fears.

"it's time for you to come with me", (he whispered in her ear) "Iv'e missed you and I've waited --so long-- now here you are,---come,

take my hand, it's time to go, we'll dance among the stars".