Our slow dance
Is an eternity
Of your shuffling feet,
And nervous eyes,
And perfection...
Your excuses
And laughs
And missteps...
I adore them all!
But most of all,
I love clasping your hand...
I love holding your hip...
I love dancing you.
And every graceful moment,
Every flutter of your white dress,
Every push of your fingers
On my neck
Is a euphoria
And a glorious symphony
Of love. I adore nothing more
Than kissing you
After another
Stellar dance.