He asked for a dance.
I took his hand and so we dance.
He led well.
All was well. (We didn't step on each other's toes.)
We could go on forever
with the music still playing.
But when will this end?
When the music stops.
Or when I let go of his hand?
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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