Dance of Passion
At last we are face to face.
We are moving at a slow pace.
At last our eyes meet and our feet are in sync.
Are there any words to be put into ink to express the way we feel?
I have not found any that would be fitting to express this feeling.
You ask me to take your hand.
I graciously accept your hand in this dance of passion.
The song is Pachelbel's Cannon in D.
There is no place I would rather be/
Out on the dance floor with my love.
Heart to heart and eye to eye.
In a room full of people you and I are the only ones there.
Though it may not be the fashion you dance with passion.