Always walking in the shadows I see your every stance;
Because I can’t help but watch you, as you move I glance.
Conversely, you are watching me as I strike a pose lipstick in hand;
Dedicated to your mission of figuring out the dance I move.
Entrancing as it is to watch each other move, we are figuring out more;
Finding out the steps we move to each other’s waltz, while keeping up a tempo;
Guiding our feet along one another’s, you move, I move, this is the dance.
Holding hands, you gently lead and take your steps so carefully;
If I should ever step on your feet, God forgive me because we are waltzing for life.
Just because you should stop, I would always wait for you;
Killing all movement is not a reason for you to let go, I will find your pace.
Laughing, uproariously as we linger at the parts we get especially close;
Movement with you is always a good time, moving with you I am consumed.
Never have I felt so alive and full of vibrancy and color, we are vapour;
Only the fastest couple can catch us as we move to this lover’s tune.
People will try and emulate us but each couple moves all their own way;
Quickly, and quietly we move, no dance once danced, can ever be the same.
Rest is required when I am out of breath, you know me like a plant knows sunlight;
Safely, you guard me while we sleep, and dream of jazz and tap, a little R&B.
Together we incorporate the dances that go beyond the waltz, for life moves beyond what’s known;
Understanding your footwork, I match my own footwork to it;
Various movements cause us to spin and sometimes I feel a tad dizzy;
Waking as we move, dancing makes me feel weightless at times.
Xylophone’s play a little beat as we begin to slow our pace;
Zany business is this dance called life, but I’d only dance it with you.
Mandibelle16 