A Dance,

The movement is simply done,
A swaying and holding
Of a very special one.

Done over and over again.

We dance in soundlessness,
Barely moving but improving
On a love-dance endless

Done over and over again.

It’s our dance for the we,
A swaying and holding,
It might not be a dance you see

Done over and over again.

There was the music of your voice,
A melody sung just for me,
A song of your hearts choice

Morning Noon and at night,
In a touch meaning so much
Whether in darkness or light

Dancing in love together,
A swaying and holding,
Taking the time whenever

Done over and over and over