Your soulmate wasn’t supposed to be perfect. You were meant to see the cracks in her soul and fill them with what you have and she was meant to see yours. Together you would be complete.” ― Shannon L. Alder
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.