A Dance With You.
You asked me to dance with you,
then you gently take my hand.
We were shy at first,
but time changed who we are.
We talked about things we never knew,
and laughed at the silly things we do.
You looked into my eyes
and I see a glimpse of who you are.
The moment's magic swept us away,
as our feet glided amongst the bright lights.
But the music stopped,
we had to part,
and a tiny piece
broke off from my heart.
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